and my hands are shaking
the dilemma:
regret or the sting
tick...
my intensity pushing forward
my scars pulling back
the need and the want
on opposite sides of the scale
tick...
I want to scream
"you are what I want"
but my voice is quiet
and my needs met
tick...
come get me
because I'm standing still
not going anywhere
waiting for your move
tick...
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