I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face

Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.

All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter

Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed

There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,

We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.

Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,

And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from

Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze

I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together

Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact

Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,

If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts

I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.