It was,
but then it wasn't
It slipped right through my fingers
Shattered to the ground.
I found it
Then I lost it
My arms ever reaching
Never grasping.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
May 12, 2013
Empty arms
Quiet rooms
Motionless days
Meaningless tasks
Lonesome nights
Tear-soaked pillows
Quiet rooms
Motionless days
Meaningless tasks
Lonesome nights
Tear-soaked pillows
Summer 2013
I Cry
I cry.
I cry until my stomach hurts and my head spins.
I cry until the bitter taste of tears stings my tongue.
I cry until the world sleeps in blissful ignorance.
I cry while the wind howls outside my window.
I cry until the old familiar emptiness creeps into my chest.
I cry until there is nothing left but an empty box of tissues.
And who cares?
I care.
I care that you are hurting and that you feel alone.
I care that you want and need to know.
I care enough to let you feel the pain to learn the lesson.
I care enough to give you what you need.
I care because you are worth the time.
I care because you're mine.
And someday you will see.
I cry.
I cry until my stomach hurts and my head spins.
I cry until the bitter taste of tears stings my tongue.
I cry until the world sleeps in blissful ignorance.
I cry while the wind howls outside my window.
I cry until the old familiar emptiness creeps into my chest.
I cry until there is nothing left but an empty box of tissues.
And who cares?
I care.
I care that you are hurting and that you feel alone.
I care that you want and need to know.
I care enough to let you feel the pain to learn the lesson.
I care enough to give you what you need.
I care because you are worth the time.
I care because you're mine.
And someday you will see.
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