White noise, bleeding through the wind as she wraps her arms around me.
I am not ready,
I am not ready to let you go.
Still she pulled, she pulled you away from me.
The ocean moving under my body
My bones aching like thunder
Yet I can’t feel a thing.
my soul is dancing.
I can not be angry at her
for taking you away from me
She doesn’t know any better.
Or maybe I’m the fool.
I cut open my veins when she told me I must give you back;
I cut my hands on the pieces of me you broke.

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