a call to arms

i am at my peak in your valleys

running towards something that may also be chasing me

i can’t find an answer

and that’s not what you want

i can’t seem to write anymore

all the words used up

the patches that covered the holes are now worn through

time to leave it all behind

so i do leave it behind


and space

i turn away to face the alternative

ordered chaos

everything in its right place

breathe on my neck once more

and ill put my lips

against that place

that i have always known how to find

perfection waits for no one

and i certainly can’t wait for perfection

in time i find no solace

in space i find too much

where are the arms that once held me

where are the ones that will again

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