Broken Bare Hands

These are my bare hands,
my broken knuckles,
digging in to the cement
that is pure wishful thinking.

I jump into bottomless pits
way before I know why..
I never know why,
I am giving up so much for one moment.

These are my emotions,
crippled at the thought of love.
Right handed, back stabbing, impressment.
My very own war zone I've created for us.

No chances laid out on the table.
Not for someone on these paths,
or of these motionless fingers.
I wish I could, but I don't think I am able

to ever know what it is I want.