Our future holds no certainty.
We are tied to chains of doubt and ambiguity.
Our hands touch with conviction yet there is no trust they will linger there,
Holding your heart in mine and I in yours.
We are at crossroads,
You tailored your future with slack and suspension while mine is bound to snap.
Like the breaking of elasticity in a rubber band, I will echo.
I will smell of burnt up tires after too many donuts in the back of a Walgreens parking lot, I will rotate in circles drifting in stillness like a boat mounted in the middle of a pond, I will shine admits the darkest of skies and wither away with the coming Spring.
I will not bloom like others.
But I will be heard when you tighten the cords and play your new eternity.
There is no certainty in this life.
No grand absolute.
I hold no trust in this body of mine that I can withstand another blow.
I am brittle and broken and torn apart, splayed open for all the world to see, my flaws paint a target on every chunk of flesh and excess layer of skin, I hide behind myself afraid to look in the mirror knowing one day you will see the person staring back at me.
But there are days I look up at the stars and realize there is power and excitement in uncertainty.
Even if I end up chasing your memory, I trust you will give me a chance to bloom beautifully.
And for now, in the time your hand still lingers on my skin, I trust these chains will not keep us apart.
I trust our future will begin.
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