Grab me to hold me,
Not take me away.
Kiss me to love me,
don't run away.

My hand get cold
Not as cold as my heart.
My heart beats slow
But my brain won't quit asking questions.

My spine will strike me down,
When something in me disagrees.
My ribcage will squeeze my lungs
When my body tries to convince them it's easier to give up.

How do you talk sense to a machine you hardly know.
Why couldn't I be the engineer not the subject.
When can I close my eyes and not see all the reasons why I am what I am.

It was unrealistic to hear their relief in the texts.
When I lied about the state I was in.
Wounds and a blank canvas for a mind.
At least I had enough care to not break a heart.
My being couldn't take on the regret to drag them along the front lines with me.
Does that make sense?

There was nothing easy.
No easy answers.
No easy reality.
No easy path.
Never anything easy.

Make it make sense.
Make it make sense.
For the love of God if not for yourself...then for me.

-ACCLIVITY series