and here i am
with my hands
tired
so here i am
with what is me
all worn in
worn out
maybe too many
drinks
maybe too many
thoughts to think
all the wounds
that are scars now
used to be
scabs and cuts
all the bruises
that have evaporated
used to be
where you held me
i am almost ready
to be
anyone
anything
just as long
as
i am
not me.
