a heavy heart.

Stuck inside, my eyes sightful inwards;
I stand holding the bars within me that confine,
myself to a solitary recluse, darling;
I wish I could know what you mean,
when you tell me that it is you care;

I would pull myself out of the grave I’ve dug,
and rub my face with earth soaked;
from tears, and in stark disbelief,
was what I felt real?

With a blink of wet lashes weighed down;
give me a little nudge; poke a hole in me,
and I will bleed in water;
in lush roses and crying shrieks; this
deep anguish in me will vapor;

Into fumes of anger dissipating,
from the burning flames around my heart;
and I will fall right over you, kerosene;
my soul flaking with ash; and I will pass,
as you put your fingers through;
falling to particle, softly;

so will you give me a chance to hold on;
to hold on.

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