Thinking about you gives me a pit in my stomach.
hitting deep to the core of everything
that pesters, harasses, and eats me up.
holding my head as if somehow that
erases the memories of the agony piercing.
but you, are permanent. Never changing.
Wiping my eyes of everything that is you.
A tear for the laughter and
a tear for the pain.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
Thinking about you gives me a pit in my stomach.
hitting deep to the core of everything
that pesters, harasses, and eats me up.
holding my head as if somehow that
erases the memories of the agony piercing.
but you, are permanent. Never changing.
Wiping my eyes of everything that is you.
A tear for the laughter and
a tear for the pain.
