please stutter. please stop. please hit the breaks.

hold my hands steady as you dive into a story of woes that i’ve weaved with words my lips will never say aloud and watch my woes appear onto the expression of your face like we’re two halves of one and now we’re whole. life mimics everything i ever was and everything I am and yet two souls of one, you’re left mimicking everything I am not. I hate puttin…