Reaching out, trying to get whatever's left of you, to me.
Wanting more than anything to wipe away the fears you must posess.
Yet, while I sit here, unable to do a thing about it, reaching for what is not there.
So, instead, I grasp nothing. Clench nothing into my fist.
Glaring into my sins, thriving on all I can possess-- false hope.
Killing whatever's left of my heart, leaving the men to carry the weary in despair.
Heartache filling to the rim of my little glass cup, pain is to the rim of my bowl.
While my tears splatter on my heart-shaped locket, light returns to my eyes.
My breath is caught, like a rope around my neck. For what I grasp, isn't nothing.
Not anymore.
I grasp happiness and love, two uncommonly known feelings.
And, as I look down on my heart-shaped locket, my tears are ash, and blow away.
So, my love, I leave not in despair, not in grief, but in memory.
To show you, my dearest, that never shall I be broken,
For you mend me together.
So please, charish my love for you.
For that may be all I have to give to you; to anyone; to myself.
Keep it safe, my love. For one day, I shall return for you. You shall see.
And one day, is all it will take, to show you that the men are strong to carry the weary.
But never shall they do it in despair.
For the men themselves, live. And perish shall they not. And neither shall I.
I give you my love, and my gratitude. But most of all, I give you my greatest respect.
For you, my love, have emptied my glass and poured out my bowl.
And, as I hand you my heart-shaped locket, the stains of tears are left.
But that is to show that heartache heals with time. Never lose hope. Grasp what you can, and never let go. It may only be a little, but it shall never dissapear.
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