Out of my Hands


I cannot cry over you; I have no jurisdiction to.
You have seen enough of my tears-
seen enough of the worst in me
and I am too ashamed now to believe
you would have anything else to do with me.
Yet you have made time to talk, though scarce
and when you go silent I get scared
but hope is alive when you do speak to me-
that you are not really through.

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