Am I Clinging

Am I clinging to the flame of expectation allowing it to burn holes in my grasp of reality?

Numbing whats lacking with memories and dreams I carry in the pockets of my heart that I wear on my sleeve,

Crawling to a place that no longer exists on your side of the fence where I no longer reach in one piece.

Am I a fool on my knees begging for your hands to find mine?

Illed by the knots in my stomach;

drowning in want for a promise given in borrowed time.

Believing the ring on your finger means that I am enough while your eyes follow the dirty sidewalks,

climb to bleed on foreign vines.

Am I fooling myself thinking you are only mine?

Only wasting away as time ticks by.