Saturday, September 26, 2015

go

don't ask
if you aren't going
to give

don't pretend
if you aren't going
to feel

my heart
is a scratched muscle
filled with
old wounds
and tender mercies

don't try
if you aren't going
to help

leave me
to the grief
i'm born to

and fade away
in tortured
memory

(go)


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