Let Go

Words strike again.
Pounding veins, wide open,
endless motorways of rush
into the heart.
Heart stops for a while,
what is one supposed to feel.
I ponder in the darkness you left me.
You strike and strike,
and the dagger you pretend to use
stuns me under the sun.
You don't know how to manage, 
do you?
You don't know 
how to pull yourself together,
do you?
You don't know how to move me,
do you?

I don't blame you,
I'm no shelter.
My watery hands slip through
my pockets,
I'm of no use to anyone.
You can cover with the rags
of my skin,
but my souls are growing far
behind a tree.
You can't have me wholesome.

Don't bring me that,
don't bring me that.
Phony the lips
I once kissed.
Cursed the days 
we desired together.
I blame my light,
I blame it!
I want you to go,
flying through my window,
turning into the air
that's suffocating my
bones!

I know you will cry.
Half my voice cries tonight, too.
But let me go,
let me sail away,
let me go,
let me fly away,
let me not to stay here
covering with my arms
what's left in nostalgia,
crowded memories,
twisted reveries
of the sad play and replay
that was us.

You don't know how to move me,
do you?
I'm already one with the pavement.
One made of stone,
one more deaf silent girl
lost in the city,
made free by the city,
one with the crowds.

Don't let the intricate workings of pain
turn you off.
I beg.