Unsure

HangingbyaHalo

Sometimes I am unsure of what to do with myself 

like my hands are yearning to touch something 

To feel something 

Yet they refuse to reach out

 

It is quite counterproductive,

And I know this.

 

 

At times my heart cries out for connection 

 

Constantly Exhausted by fake hellos an nonchalant goodbyes

 

my mind stands on guard preparing to cut any cord that dare attempt to implant itself 

 

Like It knows I have nothing left to give 

 

Like My heart is somehow unaware 

 

I give until my fingers bleed 

staining everything I touch in crimson 

 

Leaving evidence of me everywhere 

 

I do not know how to be surface 

I do not know how

To hold back 

Or stop the shaking in my hands 

 

As I hand you the last piece of me,

 

I hold my breath 

 

Praying there are still good people in the world 

 

And that for once

 

I get it back.

 

-B-

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: -B- (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 26th, 2018 19:14
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 33
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  • A.H. Browning

    Thank you for your writing. It is always thought provoking and moving.



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