My thinking has failed.
My heart, cut open.
Suffering, unveiled.
Yet I'm still broken.
I thought I was clear.
I thought you were fair.
But you weren't here.
And I wasn't there.
Were we meant to be?
Or destined to fail?
It could be just me.
Another tall tale.
Now we don't talk.
I know that you cry.
To you it's a shock-
It's true, so do I.
You're right, I don't show.
I also don't tell.
Because when you know,
You say "Go to hell".
Wanted to be heard.
Thought that was okay.
My vision is blurred.
Can't keep tears at bay.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
My thinking has failed.
My heart, cut open.
Suffering, unveiled.
Yet I'm still broken.
I thought I was clear.
I thought you were fair.
But you weren't here.
And I wasn't there.
Were we meant to be?
Or destined to fail?
It could be just me.
Another tall tale.
Now we don't talk.
I know that you cry.
To you it's a shock-
It's true, so do I.
You're right, I don't show.
I also don't tell.
Because when you know,
You say "Go to hell".
Wanted to be heard.
Thought that was okay.
My vision is blurred.
Can't keep tears at bay.