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Stump

I reach out to you (once again)
To try to touch you (somehow)
But you cut me (your glances askance)
You cut me (your words sharper than knives)
And I bleed for a while (a lot)
But I forget the pain (why?)

I reach out to you (once again)
To try to touch you (maybe this time?)
But I find my reach (my ability)
Has been shorter (reduced... confused...)
And shorter (is this even me anymore?)
Because I've been cut (once again)
So many times (and always once more)
All that is left (there is nothing... nothing...)
Is the stump (a hint of something grand)
The stump (something alive and beautiful, but gone)
That was once my love (which would have given you so much)
My energy (if you'd only received it)
My desire (if you'd only believed it)
My hunger and thirst (now I've retreated)
My soul (utterly defeated)
My heart (turned to ironwood)

All just a stump

All bleeding stops eventually

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