.:Hands:.

place your fingers on the wall
trace around them, perfectly
scared yet, when you see me behind you?
or is that just something you’re used to?

ready or not, I’m so sorry
living in a lie, fingers intertwined
stop and hold me falling steady
I lack the art of breathing

tell me something, dear
d-do you ever stop to think
of what we’re doing what you’re doing
it’s more than so-so wrong

grab me around my edges
toss me into the air, so I hang in limbo
twisting and turning and grinning
down at you, at your flailing hands

A/N Wow, I haven't written anything in ages. This felt good, but it was really hard to get out. Missed it though, and I kind of like the ideas in this poem. Please read and review!

--Alex