naked in the bed, you
wrapped around me
you are further away than when i go back
to the city
and leave you behind
and i know what's running through your mind
like an endless marathon
whether to stay or go
what the hell you're to do
about me, and
where i fit in your picture
sometimes i wish you would let me go
but you say you're not ready yet.
yet.
as if
sooner or later you'll work up to it.
i want to build a life with you, but
hold my hammer loosely.
no sense
constructing something you may tear down
without warning.
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