Your Perfect Hands

I’m so tired of waking up with a broken head
I’m so tired of this
All that I give to myself
Every ounce of pain
And I can’t look back anymore
All of my memories are becoming static

Your perfect hands sculpted my body
Into a perfect shape
Ran your fingers through my clay
Molded into something better
What if one day, you leave me behind?
What if I lost my shape?
Left me behind, left me alone
What if I lost you?

I’m so scared of what’s after this
If I don’t fall into my grave
With you in my arms
Bodies molded into
A perfеct shape