Makiladoras

Heartstring

Makiladoras
you place the knife to the edge of my focus
and pull slowly across to release me from this lull in synapse as traps for tigers await
to consume my patience
i hope that i can forgive or at least forget
after all we have been through
and then you give it all up for nothing
and I sit and wait for resolve
i feel a pull
and I cannot deny
for you don't want what you don't want
what I can see is fair

only asked for complete understanding
and a voice to go with it
but as we reshape and realign
our desires place less weight on the commitment
we once made to be true
and you here phasing between the right and the selfish
is the cause of concern for now


i feel a pull and I'd die to deny it
but the warmth your soul could hold
is replaced by the cold of the keys you control
don't explain a thing because it's too late
now it's my turn to let go.

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