Weak

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I don't understand
Why I have to be so strong?
Yet, weak in the knees
I can barely hold on.
I try to stand tall
but fall to the floors.
My knees are bent out of shape,
crawling to the doors.
I don't understand,
Why am I so weak?
She makes me blush
is she the one I seek?
I can't help but look away
when she looks into my eyes
I'm so weak, I can't help
but cry, my weary eyes.
Do I want to hold her,
or tell her goodbyes?
I'm so weak
I can't tell truth from lies.
I am no good
in this life of mines
from my head down to my foot
are all but tied.
I'm so weak,
I can't help
but tell her goodbyes.
I'm so weak,
I can't help
but crawl up,
and die.
The door is only a foot
north of my direction,
yet, I still stood
a half inch from her direction.
Should I tell her I still love her,
or say my farewell?
I can't help but to cry
and say, all's well.
She left out the door
and the door slam shut.
I'm so weak
I can't help,
but turn the knob, stuck.
I lean my back against the door
only to hear her footsteps walking away.
I crash to the floor,
only to hear her knock on another’s door.
I am weak,
but I can't help,
I'm always weak against her.
There's nothing left to felt.
Should I open the door
and chase after her?
But she's already at another's door,
only to cry after her.
I want to be strong,
yet, I'm so weak.
I can't help but be weak,
whenever she's at my door.
Knock, knock.
Who can it be?
It can't be she,
She so far away from me…
Knock, knock,
It can't be her,
She so far away,
I can't seem to see her…
I'm blind, and I'm a fool
to have love her for so long
I can't help but fall to the ground
I'm blind but I see, beneath my sight
her foot in my sight,
falling to hold me tight.
I keep telling myself to stop crying
because my eyes are blind with tears of joy.
She held the keys in her hands,
the lock door, destroyed.

-Ethan Moss

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