a worn out shoe is kinda what i feel like these days.
holes in the sole and dirt covering the surface.
they are pitiful and sad, but just look past that, promis me you will,
because were they've been is somewhat of an adventure.
this recent trail, you know what it's about, just look at
the perfect circles under my eyes and the weakness in my breath.
trying to stitch my heart down the middle, not only mine, but so many others.
this only made me feel as though the world were on my shoulders.
my tears have been few and dry, i haven't been able to do it, until last night.
on a tear stained shoulder i unleashed everything.
i need someone else to stitch my heart, and not just down the middle,
but on all sides. i do not have this kind of strength,
at least not in this fragile state.