I fell asleep
fighting to untie the fears knotting in my chest
that you felt less sweetness towards me
I tell myself you’re busy
I tell myself you’re sick
I tell myself this happens
and it doesn’t even matter
I am able to put it aside for the night
my head resting on Christ’s hands
But wake up with a lump in my throat
I love rain, but this is getting to the point of sorrowful skies