You, Inspired by Keaton.

The absolute comfort of sadness,
of tears at familiar notes and eyes shut tight
to keep the noise inside my head.
A voice two steps away from breaking
down, wraps my lungs in apprehension
beyond the present, beyond being aware –
further away than that. Something
so loving in the way you know
where it hurts, unapologetically aware.
Nobody will apologise for the boy
that cut my thighs, the hordes of lies
dripping with lack of a meaning.
But one song written with
everything your hands can bare –
you can bear to lose,
hands me stitches to close
the whole,
the holes.

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