Goodnight, she said; a nod, and then she turned and hurried home. Without the smile he saved, he waved a hand and stood alone. He thought the sun had come undone. His face began to freeze. The stinging weakened only by his wounded underneath.
We fall in love sometimes and hold on too tight, while everything we hold on to is taking our lives. You were the only one who loves me this way: you were the only one strong enough to take what I thought I needed.
A thing I owned was found misplaced, ruined from the start: misdirected awe among the spoils of warring hearts, inside a bag of artifacts I’ve pulled from towers tall, built to serve a selfish name until God crushed them all. He said…
Hold on; hold on to me. I am all. I am everything you will everything you could ever need. Hold on; hold on to me. Soon enough, oh, you will see. I swear you’ll see me. Hold on; hold on to me. I am here now, and you will be set free.
We fall in love sometimes and hold on too tight, while everything we hold on to is taking our lives. You were the only one who loves me this way: you were the only one strong enough to take what I needed, what I thought I needed.
You were the only one strong enough to take what I thought I needed.
