i feel it again
the knot at the tip of my tongue
I'm missing the right angles that make it possible
for me to be free of this mess I've made
silly little girl
listening to the folds between someone elses knowledge
left wandering
lest I be still to long to make footprints in my own tears
I can feel the tension between
the thoughts that wish and the reality of this thing I have created
I can see the more I pull
the stronger the pain
I close my eyes
and ask my spirit to kiss me quick
cause I have never been this afraid of myself
dark nights and darker days
have different melodies
when they are played over hopes that fizzle
don't touch my heart
it's nappy
tightly curled in on itself
and there is no one with the right fingers to run through it
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