Rereading old writes The familiar heartache, unending pain, the paradox, the ****** and contradiction I must be trying so hard to tell myself something but I never learn
Reopening old wounds Touching nerves, the skin burns, the watering eyes, the fights and the lies Cutting ties and goodbyes The drunk ***, the sent texts So many regrets and so much stress
A sad read, a happy memory A lifetime of love and irrelevant stuff What am I doing? Questions, no answer long walks in parks after dark with nothing but a pen in my hand and heart in my throat, quick sand and so much smoke
. I don't feel I just shake and shiver. I wished that I wrote you a poem so here it is, the final piece of me that I'm prepared to give . "The sting, the grief of love lost"
"the hardest part is that I know it's just growing pains"
"I miss being able to see faces"
"why do things get complicated in the search for simplicity?"
"we find solace in companionship we are not solitary creatures we are man and woman"
"You're fine, son."
"Let me be Your barely living proof That happiness Is hard to find Just don't ask me why"
"I was so busy trying to live I must have forgotten to breathe"
"I'm sinking, I'm drowning under Endless streams of confusion I wonder If I could stem the flow Could you silence the thunder?"