I'm happy for someone who I don't really know,
Possibly because I don't know what to expect,
After giving my honest respect,
What if I find out they don't deserve it?
... Can you take back what can't be held, but felt?
There's a knot that can't be untied,
in the back of my throat,
which leads down to my heart-
If I asked you to help me,
would you untie it slowly,
or would you cut away,
cutting. Cutting. Cut.
I'm falling now,
Falling out of respect,
Wondering how you got so high in the first place.
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