Surely not, but my mind still revolves.
Still slips from its resolution,
Hands still clasping at one another,
Skin still prickling to be human.

Surely not, but it’s undeniable.
Still wishing myself into existence,
thinking my way into your thoughts,
Sinking my way into your threatening hands.

Surely not, but again I’m still here.
Feeling as though I need to run,
spreading out into my own effacement,
So completely terrified of my own heart.