Frustrated hands run through my hair
Cold and shaking,
tired of being empty.
Listening to sad songs
pretending that
i'm not
alone.
Well babe,
slow, melancholy tunes
won't fill the cracks in my
broken heart.
Friends with hopeful messages
hugs, sweet words carried
on warm breath
a plethora of sympathetic
looks
endless awws
everlasting you don't need hims
and too many
i love yous
don't make a dent.
Cold, smooth metal.
The only thing that seems to care
by not letting me go.
I've locked myself into a box.
Nobody has the key.
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Not my best. Don't care.
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