The ability, or better yet the instinct
To recognize failing versus falling
Or better yet
Knowing that upon your interaction failure is eminent
So anticipating it's shattering beforehand: you grab strong, justifying:
Despite its delicacy, you'd rather crush it with all your might intentionally
Than allow it to fall from your grasp and chance its accidental destruction
But is this all about an easy way out again?
Was there something more to display?
Then you say that we need to talk, as if you've finally thought of something to say?
I know your standing in my corner
What else is left to f*cking say?
You're worried
You worry about the damn'dest structures, but what could I say?
Open
You're bleeding on your own
Blacken that sun, in my head
Where you've come from
And I know you're standing in my corner
A short sighted glare, between who we are now
Come on, and you're sober now?
And you've been broken down all ways
Are you into this yet?
Are you backed up to?
Are you now?
And I'll be there
Be that kid, who always stares
Waving you back home
Your broken eyes save yourself
I only wish I would've missed the last kiss we should've had against our lips
Was it something I said?
Maybe something I did
I know you're broken
Because I'm broken too
I know you feel me
Because I can feel you
And I know you're standing in my corner
What else is left to f*cking say?
You worry about the damn'destruct[ion]ures...
What could I say?
Grab strong, advancer
As my heart, spirals deepest red