i am reaching in the wrong direction

my heart
buries deep what it loves
so that it almost forgets what it looks like
i can’t see exactly
what it is
that i should be doing
but i know
i should be doing something
i know what’s gonna happen
before it happens
but i can’t do a thing
to stop it

except that i can
and that
is the most debilitating thing of all

there is nothing out of reach
there are only arms
that don’t know what to hold


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