“218 Minus Me”

Heart on the hand,
Still there to remember.
Hollow point in the window,
Still live but wont go.
Sympathy the problem,
empathy the answer.
What we wanted all along.
Seeing the issue, not recognizing its sorrow.
Becoming the problem,
That walks the border of solution.
My great infatuation,
Slowly killing in its duration.
So many to choose,
But only one to pick.
Succeeding to be real,
Hoping to be enough.
Tell me you will break me.
I beg for the chance.
Could write this forever,
I would never last that long.
Light on the horizon,
And you’re at the wheel.
I will never force,
Take this as a clue.
I’m leaving 218,
To come straight to you.