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Waiting without end

If I could show you how awful you made me feel, you would never be able to look me in the eye again

My trembling fingers flutterAround the pulse inside my neckI check for signs of lifeNow that my promised life has leftMy hands across my mouthI hold the screams down deepYet sometimes one leaks outIn tracks of tears across my cheekThe emptiness grows largerThe cavern hits new lowsThe deep grinds bones to dustMy fragile heart implodesIn platitudes and 'somedays'In 'just be strong for nows'The 'wait a little longers'Infuse...