take me by the hand.
i cant feel your feet touching mine. i can feel you stepping back as i step forward.
and you were the one
moving too quickly.
but the second you step back
i reach out.
please take my hand.
you mean that much to me.
its nothing new
just give me another few years.
who needs a crutch?
pull off the bandage there's no
wound.
but it was there before
i miss it
it was a comfort to know my scars did show.
and now all i get are empty remarks filled with pity not concern.
not love
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