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[goerikat]

the world is spinning out of my hands.

i know one day i'd have to let you flee
and i can't trap you like a caged bird
because here and there are your reason-
to leave.

if i could tell you one thing.

this one thing would be those three words
i dare not say
until maybe i've exhausted my supply of oxygen
which has become a waste on me.

they are not as beautiful.

if i could piece my mind together
and compose something truly meaningful
will you- will you choose to stay-
at least remember me.

but i suppose i'm out of time.

there is none of me willing to bleed
out secrets and desires to unfold the truth
and you, you will always have a question mark
written after my name.

i am i am.

much like drowning in abstract silence.