Future

You take my hard deep within your palms- squishing, clamping, shut. Like stressball-without reconstruction and I'm just left on the ground. This little game- almost manipulating- resonates and punctures my heart twice a game, once a truth now a circular pattern. Puzzle pieces never seemed to have fit- they're mix-matched- don't act surprised- taking each token as pride when you see- my eyes hidden beneath the cries. You've unravelled my vulnerability stripped my strength while I fall, so much worry, so much care so much of everything I wish I had in return so much of you I'll never have but forever keep hoping for