forgive me if i have swam oceans for you
even though i've been drowning since you left
forgive me if i have willingly burned
just so i can say i am here to keep you warm
forgive me if i have broken bones
after keeping your heart together each night
forgive me if i've been trying to fix your heart
that i have forgotten i am broken as well
can we be broken together, once again?
because there was once a time with you, a time when i've felt happiness i haven't felt in a long time
but you were not as joyful as i was
so i poured my whole heart out for you
and found myself realizing
that the emptiness i have created within me
could swallow me whole
now there is this void where my heart used to be
a black space that resides within all the hurt
i thought that with a broken heart
i could never once again feel
until the day i realized that the spaces
between the blood on my fingers
is the kind that only your hands will be able to fill
i hope you know that if you just read what i write
you will find my pieces, if you just stare
please understand that i've been trying to bury your name in poems
knowing i could never leave you there
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
forgive me if i have swam oceans for you
even though i've been drowning since you left
forgive me if i have willingly burned
just so i can say i am here to keep you warm
forgive me if i have broken bones
after keeping your heart together each night
forgive me if i've been trying to fix your heart
that i have forgotten i am broken as well
can we be broken together, once again?
because there was once a time with you, a time when i've felt happiness i haven't felt in a long time
but you were not as joyful as i was
so i poured my whole heart out for you
and found myself realizing
that the emptiness i have created within me
could swallow me whole
now there is this void where my heart used to be
a black space that resides within all the hurt
i thought that with a broken heart
i could never once again feel
until the day i realized that the spaces
between the blood on my fingers
is the kind that only your hands will be able to fill
i hope you know that if you just read what i write
you will find my pieces, if you just stare
please understand that i've been trying to bury your name in poems
knowing i could never leave you there
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