Saying my name leaves a sour taste in your mouth.
Your hazel eyes burn at the site of this shadow you wish you never recognized.
But I still ache to feel your guiding hand
And hear your calming words.
I still feel your warmth,
Long after you’ve left me in the freezing cold.
I wait everyday for that warmth to return,
Hopeful that I won’t spend another night aching to feel a sense of belonging.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
Saying my name leaves a sour taste in your mouth.
Your hazel eyes burn at the site of this shadow you wish you never recognized.
But I still ache to feel your guiding hand
And hear your calming words.
I still feel your warmth,
Long after you’ve left me in the freezing cold.
I wait everyday for that warmth to return,
Hopeful that I won’t spend another night aching to feel a sense of belonging.
It hurts to watch your perceived future walk away, but better is yet to come.