If there is one thing that is the mark of being human,
it is hands
Human hands, five fingers, a palm and a wrist
There is something in how AI can not get them quite right
There is something in how they are the oldest things the ancient people painted on the walls
There is something in how they can choose to hold a pen, or a gun
How they fit rings
How they tangle with other ones
There is something in how when you’re holding on for dear life, you’re holding on with your hands
You’ve been gone for some time
Can’t remember your face
I hear your voice on the wind and brace
For the tears that never come
You leaving has left me quite numb
And I listen to sad songs, cart through conversations
Trying to find even a semblance of emotions
But nothing can wake me up now
You’ve put me to sleep like a child
We haven’t known each other long
But I can’t help but think
Soulmates is what we must have been
We hadn’t talked enough to know the darkest parts of us
But I through if we would have seen it
It wouldn’t’ve crushed our dreaming
Now older sitting here alone
Waiting on you like a ghost
One you’ve turned to way to young
I’m climbing places, growing spines
More than one and I don’t know why
But I assume you’d have been proud
And had you stayed you’d met some people
Ones’ who care for me like you do
Or in my dreams at least you did
And I can feel it growing larger
I can feel myself expanding
Reaching tree-tops, reaching stars
Reaching arms out to grasp yours
Mom, please
I want to stop holding back
I want to stop biting my lip
Unleash me like the beast this house has created
I don’t want to tell myself no, just not to escalate it, just not to add more to your plate
I want to strike
Mom, please
His words are killing you
And it’s not that I’m sorry
But god am I so
I don’t love you, sorry
I never learned how
You weren’t the problem
It was my heart
Stone cold and frozen
It’s falling apart
And no one’s the villain
We are just people
Surely we both were
Hurt in spectacles
We’ve set up together
Hoping for love
I don’t love you, sorry
Nothing’s ever worked
We were a problem
Without a solution
A question, no answer
We couldn’t be fruitful
You gave me your heart
A key to a lock
I don’t love you, sorry
My heart has no door