I have engraved you on the palm of My hands

miscalculated - yes. 

Errors? 

Of course. 

Who of one of us has never done something with unintentional consequences. 

But I’ve never done something careless and hope for the best, screw everything and here I go. 

And damn. 

                                                                                                      O

           S

are 

just as you always did

let me drop, 

flop,

please - let it stop. 

Chime the bell -

oh hell. 

Lift me up, up, up, 

let me,

make me, 

save me.

and I

but then I watch you trick the stars.

I feel you hiding mine.

and I am drowning,

drowning in all that you are

and see

life you insist must be. 

And I can not stand you -

but I do.

I do and I do and 

I do until my face is blue

and I feel the daggers 

deepening, 

clawing  and bleeding.

With all the hate you believe in,

speak in - 

how can this feeling

be rude or everything wrong.

And sometimes I wonder how fate

can be such a bitch and betray

trust and love and time for a heart that 

would not,

and did not 

know what was happening until it was 

just 

too 

blurry lines,

I am just trying to find   

No.

It wasn’t the same,

no.

"Share this story -

         please.”

But -

No - 

           I just want need to be

 rid

of when you stared wide,

when you realized my lies

were nothing -

                           something

for you to crawl and 

                               run

[ into ]

and  

                                                                        [ hide ] .

But I saw you in his eyes

No.

They weren’t the same,

no. 

They held no shame.