DRY MY HANDS

by ZURI

Maybe just a little later on
They’d tell me
Maybe if we
Wait
Things will get
Better
Things
Will get better
Yet my hands only seem to get wetter
Maybe
Just
A little later on
Well I’m telling you
Don’t wait
Trust
You
Later
Is no better
Open your mouth
Speak our words
Breathe your heart
Take your air
Maybe just a little later
You tell me
Stories
Never told
Truth never professed
Yet you still feel the need to bury it in
My chest
Why do I have to carry
Your broken smiles and
Stolen cookie lies
The ones we promised lookin’ into mama’s eyes
I don’t have a choice
I hold the burdens you choose to pack in
So think twice
Before you bite your tongue
Before you sin
Before you look in the mirror at me with our
Biting bitter sweet
Lying grin
Can you not
Wait
For
Things
To
Get
Better?
Dry my hands
Instead of waiting
Just
A little
Later
Don’t tell me
To wait
I’ve been waiting