time, time, time; is it really on your side ?

i'm writing my biography with movie quotes and awkward pauses.
my muscles are weak and my bones are fragile.
the hair on my neck does nothing but stand tall.
my eyes grow wide with the thought of it all.
nails on a chalkboard like the thorns in my sides.
pins and needles, sunburned skin tears.
what morbid thoughts cross my mind,
things that can only be expressed with time.
little pieces of paper fall to the ground like snow.
the young girls cry due to their inside's goodbyes.
what i can never explain is all i tell,
perhaps, the way i see you is how you smell.
the faint touch on my back is how i hear.
oh and i taste you with all of the words you write.
time is an friend in this instance, not a foe.
keep running with me now or you'll fall below.
i'll trample you with all that i do.
teeth grind as tears fall into the sands of time.
all i wanted was just one moment back.
i can't erase that tiny, selfish fact.