I wrote a hundred poems about heartache
in my head
but I could never
really write the words
,then it’s permanent
,then it’s real.
So I just wrote this one.
only a part of the whole
but then again that’s all you were
just a part of the whole.
---
your words are met with anger, your eyes full of distrust.
i feel myself cling to you, feeling that i must.
but the we i used to know is slowly turning into dust
our hands no longer fit, you see, they are no longer us.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 2:28 PM UTC
I wrote a hundred poems about heartache
in my head
but I could never
really write the words
,then it’s permanent
,then it’s real.
So I just wrote this one.
only a part of the whole
but then again that’s all you were
just a part of the whole.
---
your words are met with anger, your eyes full of distrust.
i feel myself cling to you, feeling that i must.
but the we i used to know is slowly turning into dust
our hands no longer fit, you see, they are no longer us.