Holding On, Holding Back
I'm still in the middle
of holding on
to our runaway midnights
while listening
to the tone of your pain
and suicidal thoughts.
And maybe I'm still
in the middle
of losing myself
while attempting to save you.
From everything,
from everyone,
from every bad thing
that kills you.
At the same time
I'm still in the middle of
holding back
my eyes
whenever you try
to say words of appreciation.
I'm still in the middle
of holding back
my hand
when you're
trying to steal it
from my pocket.
I'm still in the middle
of falling in love
while holding back
my heart from
falling into pieces.
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Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
