DJ's Poem

like grains of sand
that blow on the beach
you're close enough to touch
but still out of reach.

you close yourself off
from what I have to give
I want to make you happy
I want you to live.

my heart pays the price
every time you run
back  to your vice
there is no "we" in one.

I choke on the rope
you place around my heart
but you'll soon realize  that
what you needed was there from the start.

you change the rules
in the middle of this game
but I still stand by you
just the same.