All Of Me, by bedazzled
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I don't know
how I'm going to find the volume
in my throat
to speak the words,
to tell you
goodbye.
I don't know
if you'll still be breathing
after you've inhaled
the torrent of pain
upon my whisper.
I don't know
if my heart will keep kicking
once it's seen
your eyes turn to oceans
and watched
the colours fade.
I don't know
how I will stand,
how I will find the iron in me
to make my legs work,
to take the final steps away.
I am sorry
that I'm running
and it kills me
but I'm bleeding.
I'm sorry,
I can't help that
I cry myself to sleep,
wake up from nightmares
where we're discovered.
I'm sorry
but I hate it;
so weak, so trapped,
so i'm taking this small strength,
hoping it will be enough
to numb the wounds of
never again.
I'm sorry,
I'm so very sorry,
fuck, I. Love. You.
With. All. Of. Me.
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Posted: 2007-12-12 10:48:03 UTC |
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