Do you love me? I long to scream.
The answer rips through my conscience
and shrapnel drops from a broken heart
into a bitter stomach.
But the effects are not as bad as they could be,
For patience is a virtue that I don’t declare as vain
I won’t let myself go, or wain,
Too far, too fast, not completely broken, conscious
Yet.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Do you love me? I long to scream.
The answer rips through my conscience
and shrapnel drops from a broken heart
into a bitter stomach.
But the effects are not as bad as they could be,
For patience is a virtue that I don’t declare as vain
I won’t let myself go, or wain,
Too far, too fast, not completely broken, conscious
Yet.
August 6, 2012
I once was in love with a boy who never knew it
