I wish it wasn’t like this
I wish I could stop counting the days
Down to the minute
Like an addict of time
I have a twisted
Nostalgia
For being
Out of control
I never knew so much
Responsibility
Came with being loved
I never knew
How fragile
And how forgiving
Hearts are
Until I broke them all
Then it was my needle and thread
That was able to mend
What I thought would always be a void
I walk on tip toe
I am quiet and unbearably still
I am open like the desert sky
I am secretive like the desert below
Counting
Forever counting
Tracking the minutes on my skin
Pushing all thought
Grabbing at the strands
That keep me tied to those I love
Counting the seconds now
Don’t give up
Someday
You will be fearless
Again
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