well.

i never type here anymore.
i've been putting it all down in a little notebook.
but i have a poem,
and i rarely write poetry on paper,
typing is easier.
you can backspace.

either way.

you had such a hold on me.
you gripped your fingers round my heart.
and held on tight.
i've spent these weeks trying to pry you off.
get you to release your grasp.
you haven't even been around,
but you've remained in this mind of mine.

well this is it,
the end,
goodbye.

i've taken those beautiful hands,
that held onto my heart,
and cut them from their wrists.

i'm no longer yours,
and its just in time.
if you don't mind,
or even if you do,
my heart is being passed on.

to gentle hands,
that hold on firm,
but not too tight.
these gentle hands,
won't crush my little heart.


...well that poem came out of nowhere,
i didn't even think, i just typed.
woww.