Who engraved into you,
the idea that your hands were only made to work,
and love was something meant for someone else.
Who convinced you that your worth was found in the way you fixed what they broke.
Because you confess to me that your chest is comfortably numb
and you can take it...
But I don't want you to take any more.
Your strength is so beautiful,
with its gentleness
you keep me safe.
I want you to cry about the birds leaving and smile at her return.
Dance in the storm with me and tell me about your dreams.
Run further then you were aloud and yell at the clouds for hiding the sun.
My world would crash without those hands.
Some things can stay broken,
but not your wonderful soul.

Maybe now you'll begin to realize
why I can never take the word
"forever" too seriously by anyone.

Because we made promises too big
for our hearts
and reality has a harsh way
of not giving us what we want.

And even though I was the one
who called it off,
you were the one who left
months before,
leaving behind nothing but a ghost.

You always thought my words
were beautiful,
but will you still think the same
when they're written all about you?

-k.w//A Letter to my Recent Heartbreaker

I had a moment;
a few weak minutes.
I thought about ending early.
Then I surely wouldn't lose.
How can I lose a game
that I never really finish.

Breaking down into crumpled pieces.
Reaching for goals but falling for shame.
Either smiling for fun or masking the pain,
All too quickly you’r progress slips away.
The threats that are screaming in your mind,
Hide the joy that belongs there.
Every night is just a struggle to breathe.

I still love you like the first day,
though my head hurts and my feet.
I still cry at night when your body leaves,
and my stomach aches for relief.
He didn’t take my heart when he touched my lips,
but you look at me like he did.
I’ve never stopped being only yours,
even when your wants seemed torn.
I’ve always been here, your keeper,
and love you more.
I still think about your body,
how it fits perfectly into everything,
and holds me together.
It’s not a matter of time,
or the unknown of life without you,
because I still remember the before.
How I didn’t know anyone who knew.
I was a secret, even to myself,
but you came and called me out.
I still think we dance better,
even when fall, at lest it’s together.
At lest we’re honest,
like when you cried in my chest
and promised me more.
I still think you’re the best,
I don’t know anyone who can play like you do.
I still get lost in your songs,
though they seem to be getting sadder.
Your eyes smile louder then yesterday.
But I won’t let myself believe I’m the reason,
only the cause of pain and pay.
I still can’t explain to you why,
even though it’s up in my own brain.

The pieces in my chest are too crushed to be called a heart,
and glass tears stream down my cheeks for the last time.
Because tonight I can’t reassemble myself again,  
not like I’ve done so many times before.
I think I’ll just stay broken,
and feel the weight lower me down.
Close my eyes and rest,
for once to feel peaceful;
for once to feel nothing.