Hanging On

The chandelier spins

Every day ends with you

I wish I could control it

Maybe one day I'll hold it

Invading concentration

Evading conversation

Thoughts are deeper than words

Dragging along the concrete

Pulling at my own arm

Wanting to let go

But grabbing back with both when I think about the way you smile

The way you talk

I think about it all the time

You make my hairs stand up

I hate that I feel this way