the cut comes
when you speak what you’ve so long held
locked within the figures
waiting in your head
and I
I can’t grasp the wires
or all the reasons why;
I don’t understand the struggles
or why you have to hide
When all I want is the open air,
surrounding you and I
free when you open your arms
and we sink into the sky
Author notes
we are cut deep, my love. So deep that you have gone blind. But perhaps it is for the best for the time. Perhaps you will grow and learn to see and be stronger for it. Then, then, oh - we will fly.
-Thefallout
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