The Book of Healing

Attempt Attentiveness

I don't believe that I've ever asked you this 
But I ask it of you now 
Because my deterioration is finally showing

There is nothing wrong with you
Or them
But I'm failing and your silence only scrapes skin

You're giving me space to breathe
In lieu of trying 
Which is a kind disservice for my lungs

I wish only the best for you 
Though you disagree
But sometimes the best means leaving the good 

You can remain impatient and crass
It's your prerogative
But I'd instead hope you'd stay 
Stay and hold me 
For your sister is falling again
And she doesn't understand gravity

You can't stand her touch when her mouth remains closed?

Then speak of things that aren't cloudy or sunny
Inquire of things that hurt in a cathartic way
Question life and its deformed meaning of happiness
For mine is quite handicapped

We were meant for more than something short and formal
And I know I should try harder
But you're at fault too
For leaving her at the station of obsessiveness
For making me feel unfiltered and unnecessary

How dare you put weights on her sleeves
So that she may not rise from quicksand
Your eye contact is not worth her sanity

I owe you nothing
Not even the explanation of faults
You owe me nothing
So you'll leave and I won't care

Please hold my hand