what is  the point?
to hold your hand
when you think your hold
should hold finer things

so you rip out my hand in the process
because you could
with a smile too

Now you lonely
I won’t rip your heart
I’ll just treat it as bedsheet
I’ll beat it out and put it to dry
in a sort of proxy thing

yeah I don’t real that intensely for you anymore
you went for fine things

I went to hold great, real things. ▬