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Cursed Will
a year of condensing myself into words
to make this manageable
hidden behind several proxies
in a twisted hope that i still touch you
all in vain
don't know how to tell myself
i'll never hold you again
hanging by a thread from the comfort that's been unraveled
you give me nothing
and there's not a road i haven't traveled
hoping to find my passenger
how could my heart have been so wrong
driving all of me to still care for you
the only thing that makes sense
is the one thing i could never do
let go
J.Hart 11/19/10
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