This time around it’s different.

I can smell the rain

before the fall.

And I know

I know

Why you don’t want to leave me alone

Alone with my darkest of thoughts

It’s battle I’ve always tended to have lost

But it’s you

you who’s always pulled me back up.

From my damaged knees

pressed to the ground

from the ground back up to the clouds.

But this time around

this time around things

feels different more oppressive.

Like even if

even if I wanted to reach your hands

I couldn’t.

This time around it’s different

it’s different it feels as if the parts

The parts inside of me

are absent.