I never cry anymore. Maybe it's the pills, maybe it's my indifference to pain.
But yesterday I cried in your bed.
And it was not because you made me sad, but because you made me feel.
Your hands questioned the ice in my heart,
Your voice thawing it with your words.
I do not know what to write about you,
except to say,
You fill the gaps where emptiness creeps in.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
I never cry anymore. Maybe it's the pills, maybe it's my indifference to pain.
But yesterday I cried in your bed.
And it was not because you made me sad, but because you made me feel.
Your hands questioned the ice in my heart,
Your voice thawing it with your words.
I do not know what to write about you,
except to say,
You fill the gaps where emptiness creeps in.
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