#relationships #destiny

Weighing You Down

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2015

Hold our hands as stepping stones

and take your destined spot

at the top of the hill.


I’m not on the pedestal

closing my eyes as you kiss me,

gifting me with

some of the glory.


Our names are

not on the trophy.


Our bare feet don’t

ever touch the perfect grass.


Of course

we’re the ones

weighing you down.


Who else would

never leave this town?


You’re on to

There,

a walk across the ocean,

a leap farther than

we can imagine.


Who are we

to mess with fate?


But we hang from

little strings

glued to your fingers,

dragging your feet,

plaguing your existence.


Of course

we’re the ones

weighing you down.

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Written 12/14/15