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