The One Who Chooses

Your brain and your blood

will lie in your ears

drag your heart through the mud,

call out all your fears.

And I'm under your skin

only making matters worse.

I am what could have been

or I am your second verse.

There's a fork in your road

and a missing minute-hand.

You think you'll implode,

but it's time to take that stand.

If you make it through the haze

to see my bright blue skies,

let me show you all the ways

that you're my reason why.

So, you're still the one who chooses

and I still the one who waits,

but your soul never uses

a map to find its mate.

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"I am covered in skin; no one gets to come in." Counting Crows Colorblind

She’s accustomed to hearing that she could never run far, a slipped disc in the spine of community, a bloody curse word in a pedestrian verse..." Frightened Rabbit State Hospital

Absurd

"I think,"

you said.

Nothing more.

Or 

at least

that's all I heard.

Absurd,

the notion,

the words

put in motion,

and I can't see

through your haze.

If I bleed,

please look away.

My heart

stops,

starts,

and locks

and my lungs

won't work.

Into the sun,

into the murk,

I had your hand

if you had mine;

don't misunderstand. 

No really, it's fine.

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"If you faced it you wouldn't need a mask. If you meant it you wouldn't need a mask. If I could fix you you wouldn't have to ask. If I could help you you wouldn't have to ask." Bad Books You Wouldn't Have to Ask