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High School I want to wash the sadness from my heart like an old rag.
The black, the oil stains, blood stains, dirt stains, out.
No bleach, that stark white is a lie.
But I would like to see the hurt washing brown down the drain.
And hold the limp, real remains.
It's ok if you are still holding my hand.
We are over by a year, but somehow you still understand.
This connection sometimes makes me weak.
We are different people now, but somehow we still speak
The same language to each other.
I hope you aren't sad about what is happening to you.
I hope you aren't crying for the things you are once again about to lose.
I remember how it felt to be with him after we cut it off.
And he may look back at me disapprovingly, but he was there,
And did the same.
And maybe he added sad words and bad stains.
But I do not resent him. And so I do not accept any resentment from far away.
My heart must remain open, and maybe in that way
It won't be beaten as badly as I might let it.
Because now that he is silent,
I can only guess at his emotions.
And I refuse to believe it's hate.
Fear is the only thing getting in the way.
And for my sake,
I must not be afraid.
I feel the weight of the dirt that still accumulates.
But I am holding it under water, and I swear its starting to fade.
My heart cannot be this heavy for us.
So far we've done ok.
I'm sorry for your losses, for your love tears pouring like rain.
You know my arms will always be open.
Come and I will accept them.
For you, a never ending well of love...
Dip in,
Our rag hearts have to be taken care of...
