Gestures
I'd have walked through Hell with you,
Just to hold your hand.
I'd have made my fingers bleed,
Writing, so you'd understand.
You never understood my gestures of affection.
You grew to resent how I stepped on your toes.
I never meant to keep you down,
I just wanted to keep you.
Keep you from walking away.
You did anyway.
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