These delicate wounds have humbled me.
They’ve made me stand, so proud and keen.
All those fears you told me to frame
inside my meek heart
have broken down inside of each beat.
These steady delusions that I’ve stumbled upon
have made me fight a mirror of mirages.
There’s a weeping rush of broken sweat
that emanates from what was once
a blistering doubt.
I’m no longer the striking erosion you
thought I’d become,
an acute sensation of what they
all thought was to come.
with hopes and dreams
and still beliefs
is a future that you had once believed.
These mounting murmurs that come from your mouths
will falter freely with every lost journey that you took.
You can’t reproach me anymore,
nothing will stop me now.
These final days I’ll stand by you
our hands clasped
one wound to another.