I can not sleep,
for wishing you were here.
I can not weep,
not one more tear.
My heart is broken,
I'm at part to blame.
With words unspoken,
I helped douse the flame.
I swear I hear you outside my door.
Just the thought makes my heart sore.
At every sound,
I think of you.
I search the ground,
but find no clue.
My eyes are weary,
my body too...
Still I search...
search for you.
Usually, I would pack away all of the good memories. Remember only the bad. What a horrible person you are. But I stayed with you a whole year for a reason. It's hard to erase so much good...
To anyone else reading this, I'm SO depressed. No. I don't want to talk about it. Thanks though. And don't ask. Yes. I'm still not over him ok? Moment of weakness. It's one in the morning. I'm allowed. Get over it. If you're sick of hearing about it, then you shouldn't have read this far. I don't know what'll make this better... time I guess. "It is said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessons, but it is never gone." ~Rose Kennedy. Smart woman.
 roseofthorn · Sun Jul 12, 2009 @ 07:25am · 0 Comments |
