I had forgotten what it’s like to hold someone’s hand
Time to start forgetting again
Like sand through my fingers
All slips away
I’m left to linger in negative space
Just for a taste, I commit to the fall
No less when braced, the pain never stops
Only dulls
That hurts just as well
Impact
Tearing the heart from the valves
A precipice so tall
Heart stalls before the bottom
Repetitious falls don’t always leave you stronger
Somber tones of black and blue
A leap of faith with hope it takes me somewhere close to you
The truth is, I oft fall short
My body bruised and broken
I start to contort
Ribs clawing at the lungs
Folding in upon myself
The impact always comes
No matter how I brace
Gravity always seems to put me in my place
I’m a man that’s beautiful in the way of zirconium
Not nearly so charming when you look closer…
Intentions just as pure
Yet not what you expected
My imperfect allure is often rejected
Nothing cures the way of this stone
Flaws more apparent the more that you know
Like flowers of blue that poison the mind
I’m best left alone in the dirt with my kind
– Zirconium Man
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