Full control

I don’t have the strength to tell you differently.

I can’t deal with these words

that are drowning my brain.

My heart can’t take much more.

And soon you will have full control.

Can’t you see my strain?

Can’t you feel my pain?

Can’t you see my tears

staining the ground I once stood on?

The ground I kept clean.

The ground that was mine.

The ground that wouldn’t move on without me.

Or push me off

and leave me without footing.

Now,

mirrors break my fall.

The ball will never be in my court,

because I'm a player with no moves at all.

And every time I fall,

I catch myself an inch before breaking.

You have full control.