Catching The Knife

It was hard to tell that night
Which of us needed saving
Crying as we sat separated
Holding on to the one piece of our lives that mattered
In the moments of trembling words
Barring souls, desperately calling out for an answer

I was lost
In finding you.

Wanting to wrap my arms around you
Keep you close, if only in my mind
While far away you were writhing in nihilism

Scared you would let go
I talked through the fear
Reaching out, wondering if you could hear me through the drunken haze

You were empty, staring at the world through a darkened soul
Standing on the edge losing touch
Laced in suffering and pain

I stood back waiting for the fall.

Minutes becoming hours
Finding safety in the passed time
We braced ourselves against the dawn

The End

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