you say you'll be there, you say
you'll take my hand but you
never show up when i need you.
you never show up. always
make me make my own decisions.
i'm a supplicant. i was born
from the mud, half a bone maybe.
i turn my palms skyward and beg.
here in the dirt in this hole
i don't want. i'm always
looking down. waiting for the
sunshine on the back of my neck.
i get clouds. descending to
blur my vision. my knees are
wrapped in earth. i'm just
holding out for your hand,
begging, promising not to
kiss you, content to just
ask. listen. but you.
you never say a word to me.
and you. you never listen.
oh jesus.
i'm gonna leave you the first chance i get.
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