I rebuilt once again,
though it took all my time.
By now my back was aching
and I though it wouldn't cost a dime.
By now my hands are sore
and my feet are cracked and dry.
But now I'm used to the hurting
you wouldn't hear me sigh.
I hear a defeaning crash
as I turn to walk away.
I know I should treat it like trash now and yet in my spot I sway.
Out of impulse I rush back
as if I heard an unheard call.
If only it just stayed in place,
then really, that would be all.
Honestly, I don't know
how long I'll have to do this.
But I know that if I walk away,
this thing I'll surely miss.
Sometimes to walk away I desire.
To leave it in ruins, burning in fire.
But if I said I wouldn't save it after,
I'd call myself a liar.
My tools are nearly nonfunctional.
My knees are shredded and torn,
tell me how it makes me so ecstatic and at the same time so forlorn.
This beautiful, loving thing I love,
that hurts me but is my very own.
Tell me how do I love it and leave it
when it's all a part of me
down to the bone.





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