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"The heart sounds and sounds, pounds and pounds,
until it punched a hole in my chest, and if-
that wasn't enough those greedy veins,
with insatiable hunger they consumed the rest of me."
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An Effort to fix you
You won’t tell me what’s going on but I can guess,
I can see something bleeding in your chest.
something so delicate, something so fragile,
something that can be fixed, but not for a while.
Molehills grew into mountains, sinks to fountains,
and maybe It’s the blessings I should have been counting,
not the sins of the past, the times that didn’t last,
or haunting memories that multiplied and massed.
And maybe through fixing you, i can fix myself too,
and maybe through this hug, I can hope to renew,
lives that we knew, lives that never grew,
lives too good to be true, lives we cannot glue.
I’ve got hammers and nails, umbrellas for the hail,
unsent mail, and stairs with guard rails.
I won’t let you fall, and if i see you bawl,
I could be your roof and your walls, once and for all.
But if I collapse, or you happen to relapse,
I’ll bruise my hands collecting your cheese from mouse traps
So if you think that there is nothing you can do,
I’ll be there, with an effort to fix you.
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