If we were on a cliff edge
And I was about to slip out of your hand, dangling off of the edge
Slipping because you hand two people, one in each hand
I know you'd let me go
You'd send plummeting into the dewar parts or the abyss without a second thought
It wouldn't matter who was in your other hand
I don't mean anything to you
Even if I want to
YOU ARE READING
Kimya Dawson
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems. Most of them are weird, and almost all of them are based on my life.
