i crack a little more
everyday.
small cracks branching out from a rift, i've tried to hide.
one for when i let you go
and when i waited for you to stop me
for each friend who becomes a stranger with the days that pass,
and the memories that have turned bitter
for everything that could have been,
but never will
these fissures that will run through my body
gouged deep by guilt and regrets
until i'm left in splinters
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC
i crack a little more
everyday.
small cracks branching out from a rift, i've tried to hide.
one for when i let you go
and when i waited for you to stop me
for each friend who becomes a stranger with the days that pass,
and the memories that have turned bitter
for everything that could have been,
but never will
these fissures that will run through my body
gouged deep by guilt and regrets
until i'm left in splinters