I see through you
a window to your heart.
I lean in close it’s unlatched,
I open your window.
there’s nothing there?
But fire..
Sounds echo through my head,
“I love you.”
So many words best left unsaid. The latch burnt my fingers,
but the pain left with you long ago.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
I see through you
a window to your heart.
I lean in close it’s unlatched,
I open your window.
there’s nothing there?
But fire..
Sounds echo through my head,
“I love you.”
So many words best left unsaid. The latch burnt my fingers,
but the pain left with you long ago.
Ending relationships, friendships.. because emotional scars hurt just as much as physical scars..
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