I really just want to love him,
To tell him everything he is to me,
To show him the deeper part of my heart.
I really feel like all that love was given up.
Like hope left and never plans to return.
Things I said.
Things I didn't.
How many times do I sit and replay it
Until it goes away?
That lump in my throat seems to like it there.
My eyes are sore from all the tears.
I'm exhausted from being in love
When I can't be loved.
But I won't become a zombie.
I won't sit around and cry.
The worst is over,
And even though I'm in pain,
I'm still breathing.
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