• Stitching wounds
    with seems wide open
    Crying til I can't see
    Crying til I can't breathe.
    Smoke is in my lungs
    while the flames burn
    the bridge between us.
    No way to get to me.
    No way to get to you.
    Is it better this way?
    The strange feeling
    of being incomplete?
    I Can't Stand It!!
    Watching you across the room
    I start crying til I can't see.
    Crying til I can't breathe.
    I just want to build the bridge
    back up between us...
    And meet you halfway heart