Helpless Belonging

No right place to be
Not a thing can I do,
The movement of my fingers
The placement of my breath
Always in the wrong way.

Stuck in between
Pushed and pulled from in between
Wanted and hated
Killed and then debated

Kiss of heaven
Kiss of death
Frequent belonging
Slowly fades away

Not wanted where you are
No more embrace within the hold
The tender longing has no mold

In the way of the inevitable
Nothing to do,
No way to feel
No right way to go
No right way to be

Just to cry and let them be.