Breathe me in
Like air: innocent.
My fingers bleed. I've been writing too much,
Preventing these words from searing my battered throat.
And I can't even speak so I'll sketch your face.
Each line was a cry, each curve bore blindness.
Prevent my arms from failing.

Limitless expressions. To your face I can't conform.
But give my hands the chance that I wouldn't have.
It was the first time that our words kissed,
But our lips didn't even touch.
The skin on skin.
The first time in my life that I existed.
And each time that we breathe, we're reborn.
We're reborn each time we…
Each time we breathe
Each time that we breathe

These nights were gaining strength
But losing ground.
A short live grace.
"addressed to your tongue,
I taste your ways with a pen in my hands (in my hands in my hands)
Signed, I taste your ways"

And in a matter of time my life went from white to black,
Incriminating distance.
Where on earth did you go?
What happened to us?
With this retouching paint, I used a brush to apply to your canvas.
This was once a beautiful painting.

Each lasting memory will control each word I write.
I used to think that my hand could dance.
I really only needed to hold
To hold
To hold
To hold
To hold
To hold
To hold myself up.
You were never a crutch,
As you tore me away like these fringed paper ends.
You were never a crutch
You were never a crutch
Each lasting memory controls each word i write.
I used to think that my hand could dance.
But now I see my hand's been broken for quite some time.

Broken