i come in peace

[terraxjane]

The threads are endless
the more you pull
the stronger they seem
when your hands drop
to your beaten sides
you will realize
there was never a fight to
begin with
never a competition
it is all in your head
sweetheart

over the counter
hand shakes
im getting used to this prescription
the holes in the sky never seem to repair
im still stairing at the back of your head
and it yet has to change
i dont think there is hope for you
just come back for the refill of my bottle