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.