I Am a Snail, And You Are a Pace I Cannot Match

he long days piled into weeks before you'd speak, as the storm crawled to meet the shoreline. and it began to rain at once! i tried (i tried, i tried, i tried) to keep the awful things at bay from you. but it was on the air and useless, i might as well have tried to prove the words i fought to purchase would comfort you. like, "there was nothing more that we could do." or that i still loved you (when nothing could be further from the truth). will your hand fall out of mine? your shame lives on its own, trying to reach the depths down where it belongs. will it find rest in your bones? aching and pulling muscles to act out against you! so stay your pity now. if it reaches the heart, we all pull out. and let the beat slow down. (there's nothing that we can do for you now) are you sorry or are you just scared? there will be no false comfort here. oh, i ought to tell you the truth! i did not come to plea for you. where was your heart when your words led the truth anywhere else from you? you're not sorry, you are just scared. i have not come to calm your fears. i am sorry i hid what you are. but everyone else but me already knew! already knew! and would not come to plea for you. where was your heart when they never appeared? anyone else would care. but you would not shoulder the weight you should bear. i will not shed a single tear.