A small string of memory a connection to the soul still pulls at my heart
With each year that passes it recedes and reclaims space in my mind like the rise and fall of the tide
She left me to drown herself in tragedy and the tears of her childhood looking for more of what broke her
We would've been a beautiful struggle a dysfunction to last a lifetime ironically I write about longing for what broke me.
We are the same
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 9:47 AM UTC
A small string of memory a connection to the soul still pulls at my heart
With each year that passes it recedes and reclaims space in my mind like the rise and fall of the tide
She left me to drown herself in tragedy and the tears of her childhood looking for more of what broke her
We would've been a beautiful struggle a dysfunction to last a lifetime ironically I write about longing for what broke me.
We are the same
Some come to your life and make a spot that seems their were designed for, an other half of yourself lost and found... bit then they break you apart to leave you in that half for their own selfishness and dysfunction. Why do we still want more even after all they did and all you've done.