I didn't mean it like that
You take my hands
And hold, tight, breathe
While air moves around your words

I draw away from the fact
That this is just what
I knew, thought, expected
And that scares me, normalcy

The hands drop from exhaustion
While words whispered
In prayer, curse, insanity
I understood one time or another

I draw a blank on the map
I can't always find ways
That point, mark, justify.
The fact of the matter is.