Jan 2015
i write poems and stories about you
that you'll never get to read*
but one day,
if you try hard enough
you'll read them through my tears,
see them beneath my scars
and feel them through the pieces that used to hold my heart
maybe then,
you'll bother to pick up my pieces
and glue them to yours
maybe then,
you'll let me keep some of yours for reading
maybe then,
you'll know that i've *loved you more than even i can possibly bear
that you'll never get to read*
but one day,
if you try hard enough
you'll read them through my tears,
see them beneath my scars
and feel them through the pieces that used to hold my heart
maybe then,
you'll bother to pick up my pieces
and glue them to yours
maybe then,
you'll let me keep some of yours for reading
maybe then,
you'll know that i've *loved you more than even i can possibly bear
this isn't great; honestly its a mess but thats how i feel right now - a mess. forgive me for i can't put thoughts into words, it all seems too impalpable.
