I’ve been digging holes since you’ve been gone.
If I had your hands to hold, would I drop the shovel?
Or would I keep digging, making the distance between us
that much larger?
I’m willing to cut my legs off at the knees
to be deeper in this whole where I tell myself I find happiness.
About the only thing I can say for myself
is that I’m sober.
1 comment:
Intense stuff man. Cutting the legs off at the knees makes me wince everytime I read it. Ouch.
Only discrepency is the last two lines, only because I had to reread it initially to seperate them from the preceding lines.
Other than that, it hits the mark.
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