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My 2 hands are not strong 
enough to bring you on the 1st 
flight back to what we had. 
I can feel the past tense 
pretending to beat down on my 
head with your own fists, 
stopping at the last inch each 
time, and making my body 
flinch and tense up. 
The meaning of a martyr, I've 
looked up 12 times already, 
hoping that on the twelfth time, 
what you say and what you do 
match together so that words 
will become my Judas no 
longer.,
but I would still die for that 
betraying kiss. 
I hate worrying over things 
I have no control over. 
You would never think it would 
take such physicality 
to keep my spirituality when 
born in a world full of demons.
It's rough, living this way; you 
can't have one without the 
other in this life.
My hands are not strong 
enough
to save a single soul. 
No nail iron driven openings in 
my wrists to assure anyone 
that 
"It is finished." 
His spirit may live inside me, 
but I cannot be someone else's 
Savior.
These hands were still created 
to do marvelous things
like,
writing love letters on the first 
of October
and, massaging your mind with 
aspirations you hadn't even 
dreamed about yet.
Though the fact of you being 
far away beats me with a heavy 
leather belt of unfairness,
a martyr 
is only a martyr 
if he's dead, 
and I am not.
And even though sometimes it 
may seem that I'm playing 
tug-o-war with a freight train, 
I'll keep my grip secure as 
the strongest definition for the 
word 'tight' will allow.

I will bandage my bruised 
fingers in circles 1 by 1
because a circle will only stop 
roll once you've told it to.
But even then,
when I look back and see the 
10 chances that never let you 
go,
I'll recollect the 1 kiss you 
could've given me.
I'll remember the 12 definitions 
that shout with the same 
conviction
"You are worth it!"
I'll look straight down straight 
up straight slanted & keep my 
eyes straight forward at the 
beautiful person in the front 
seat of my heart.
My 2 hands aren't strong 
enough to board you on the 1st 
plane back as soon as I'd like to 
believe, 
but I will pick you up 
when you need me.
You've got yourself a first class 
seat.
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