wanted to scream and then cry.
Wanted to shake you
then hold you
and tell you we would fix this.
We.
You're not alone the way you feel.
I need you to know this.
And I tried my best
to wipe the tears from my eyes.
It's late. I was just tired, right?
The things it does to me
to see those lines.
I can't imagine the hurt.
I can't stand I wasn't there.
But I realized too...
I can't look myself in eyes
because I reflect back
all I see in you.
And I'm sorry.
Because I know now
the stabbing pain it causes
when you learn the one bleeding
isn't you.
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