I Feel Like I’m Running Out of Poetry

Take
whatever.

All that these hands
would give away for your sake. this body
was already all so brittle anyway
it does not matter how dry you’d leave it.

God if he’s here now
then no matter how many times I’d break myself
wouldn’t I at least have a little bit more to begin with

God if he’s here now I’d be
kinder to myself. I promise

When this is over what would be
left of me
if not just bits and pieces of him.

Still
God when he go
can I go with him?

Cant do debate cuz I often forget where my point is going. Also cuz I stutter. Mainly cuz I stutter.
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