CLXIX.

I've been waiting by the moon
For you to come and save me.
I've been outside your window,
So I can bleed out when you're ready.
If this is watching everything you love
Slip silently through my outstretched hands.
The stitch has ripped, I'm falling down
Grasping at every last god damn strand.
You built your walls too high, love.
You've made your heart too cold, love.
You don't believe in me any longer.
But I wish I could have your soul, love.