Can I count on you anymore?
Because when I pull and you don’t pull back
I’m only left fallen to the ground,
bruised tailbone and hands hanging lonely.
Could you take my hand, for Christ’s sake,
and pull me back again?
Or am I the only one who wants “us” to be?
Don’t stand there, looking at me sitting here, and
wonder why I’m crying.
I fell hard for you, and
I sure got my exercise holding on tight.
Could you fall down, too?
Or at least pull me back
and kiss my lonely hands?
Don’t walk away,
not now, with all my energy spent on you.
I can’t even get myself up.
I want to feel your tug
to balance the weight on my side
and tell me the bruises won’t fade before
you notice.
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