Droplets of empathy, splash down on me,

Sitting on this wooden park bench.

Because only the rain uderstands my pain

Though it hurts, our memories always play on pitch.

Your soul-hands held my heart,

          As I held your gaze.

                Who is this. Who are you.

                           The man with a beating heart in a cage.

                                   But could life really be so fond?

                                           1.                        3 blinks.

                                                         2.                          & then..

You're gone.

                           Beause love does exist.

                            This I have no doubt...

          But losing the person that shares that diamond

                    is almost guaranteed to live out.

The worst part of it,

Is when you're the one who prevented a longer dream.

You could've pulled yourself together.

You could've had a life, close to care-free

This bench is holding a girl that is fully ashamed.

The rails touch fingers, guilty of sickness and pain.

So, do I keep going,

without you next to me?

Do I pretend I didn't do this?

Do I sleep without dreams?

Then my heart beats fast & I'm breaking, but balanced;

Like an injured ballerina.

Sometimes I wish that you and I were completely fine&

to the bad things-

I'd have amnesia.

This wooden bench still holds me,

though, I'd rather it be you.

My world is about to fall apart,

But sometimes,

There's

Nothing

You

Can

Do.

I stand up & set it on fire.

Burning the wooden bench, to turn to ashes, as my past. ..

..

....

..:::but

There's no one else I trust with my heart.

Strong to keep going, but melts into yours.

Made of steel. Made of glass.

I love you.

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