it’s okay
if you’ve given up
let the chips fall
to the side
i can’t say
that i’d do well
if i was there
beside you
all i have
was given away
thrown down
left to decay
hands up
no longer soft
rough edges
bloody bones
your tears
will eventually dry
blow away
into the ether
truer words
found separated
from my virtue
left to burn
held it up
until i couldn’t
so i put aside
to second guess
whenever i have the time