For the letters that make up the words
There are only 26 of them, how hard can it be?
But it seemed that no combination will suffice
So I remain silent.
I want to tell you that I miss you
That I want to crawl inside your skin
To find the darkness and destroy it
To fight the sickness and consume it
But only if you let me
There are no words for the ache
Of helplessness, it's so feeble
I know you're strong, stronger than me
Perhaps I'm not strong enough to deal
With your sadness.
It's selfish I know, this is yours
This song is yours to play,
This poem is your to write
This poem is your to write
Just let me read and hear it
Just let me in.
Did we need those fumes?
Did we need those dreams?
Did we lose something?
Or is this just me?
Fading.
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