got to you part 2

I crave the touch that is strong 

Holds me against the wall 

It lets me know when I am wrong

In order to not let me fall 

Hands around my neck with the intention

Held up in big arms – safe and ready 

What comes next I won’t mention 

Fast and Hard // slow and steady 

But you? Your ribs are so weak 

If I dragged my fingertips across them like strings

They would simply break 

It doesn’t bring me pleasure to say these things 

But you’re weak, you’re lost, fading away 

I’m stronger, focused, and standing tall

There’s no joy in killing the weak they say 

Letting you limp away free is the right call 

Author

amanda.gladstone@ucalgary.ca
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