a hand reaches into my guts and clenches into a fist
and i am sick
sick of this pain
sick of this loss
sick of this love
sick
of your denial.
i wear my heart on my sleeve you say
but you refuse to see
that my heart is only for you
and it is your hand that reaches into my guts and clenches into a fist
and i am sick
sick from your denial
sick from this love
sick from this loss
sick from this pain
sick
am i?
you keep your heart in a locked box
and refuse to open it and see
that your heart still beats for me
unclench your fist and take your hand from my guts
i don't want to be sick
i just want you.
stop this pain.
end this loss.
embrace this love.
deny your denial.
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