It’s only been a year

Scratches on a page make for wordy smoke and mirrors

When you hate the words you write

In never-ending tropes of holding on too tight

Until it hurts

Distractions for a month or so it can’t be that much worse

That much worse

Pull me out don’t look at me

It’s written in your eyes

I will follow you in silence, or in agony, let’s try

Oh, let’s try

Was meant to find you here

Painted frame-by-frame in reckless, stainless stares

If you hate the words I write

Can’t you try?

Can’t you try?

Just put me in a frame of yours and close the shutter tight

Just hold on tight

Just pull me out don’t look at me

It’s written in your eyes

And I’ll follow you in silence, or in agony, let’s try

Won’t you push me to my limit, bring me water, watch it dry

Climbing over walls in broken pieces

Drain me slowly, drain me slowly, drain me slowly

Try