I laughed trying to play off my emotions when all I really wanted to do was cry.
I tried to lose myself in other things even though all I really wanted to do was say \ you.
Whenever my heart was shattered and my hopes evaporated, you were there to fill me up again.
But what do I do now, when you are the one who breaks my heart and kills my faith?
I cry, as your silent body lays as far as possible from me on this cold bed.
I cry and I think this is where you belong.
I cry and I realize I cannot deal with the thought of having you so close when I know you are no longer mine.
I don't want you near me again.
Not if I can't love you.
Lastly, I cry because I know that if someone breaks it has to be me. I know that you never will.
I want to believe your reasons.
I want to believe that this to save me from myself and an end that must inevitably come, but all I can think is that you Do not Want Me. Not enough.
All I can see is the Space Between Us on the white sheets. The sheets
That held us eleven, bath in our love. Always warm bed in the center of Where We Slept wrapped in Each Other. Now
cold, catching my last tear, as the morning sun flashes over your sleeping form for the last time.
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