It's very late
I'm staring at my first guitar
And having doubts about
My paramour
I'm kept awake
By the whitest noise
The frail voice
That made me make a choice
I would ignore
I'm reaching for these notes although
It's easier to sing falsetto
Than really strain
It's easier
To hide behind
The line about
A troubled mind then
Then to explain
That I am
A cat
To your asthma
And you are
The smoke
To my cancer
And I
And I can heal a break
By walking on
A shattered limb with
The bravest grin
Instead of
A tourniquet
But you
You can't clean a wound
By wallowing
In words unspoken
Vows now broken
Washing
Time away
I know
That I can't stem the flow
With fingertips
The technique wrong
The pulse too strong
I'm bloodied
With my remorse
But you
You don't leave the scar
You scratch at it
In silent halls
And empty draws
I'll measure out
My loss
My loss
My loss
My loss
And I am
A cat
To your asthma
And you were
The smoke
To my cancer
And you were
The care
To my violence
But I was
The sound
To your silence
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