It hurts.
Every time you tell me that you'll stop.
But you don't.
You mean so much to me
I am drawn to the hurt in your eyes
The pain in your voice of past hurts and afflictions that I was not there to help you with.
But I'm here.
So let me into your life.
Let us work through your strife.
I'm listening.
Hello?
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
It hurts.
Every time you tell me that you'll stop.
But you don't.
You mean so much to me
I am drawn to the hurt in your eyes
The pain in your voice of past hurts and afflictions that I was not there to help you with.
But I'm here.
So let me into your life.
Let us work through your strife.
I'm listening.
Hello?