I reread something old I never sent you
Begging you to help me fix what we had.
Begging me to let me help you.
But you shut me out. You always have, the more I push the more I try to figure out what’s going on in your mind
The more you pull, the more you retreat, to black corners of your thoughts I’ll never see
You show me songs of love and loss, the woman who spits fire, you tell me to listen to the lyrics and I’ll figure out your hearts true desire.
But your actions speak louder than the words you never did, they scream over speakers in old cars & tire skids.
I am but human.
You leave me with a thousand puzzle pieces, waiting for me to put it together
But the pieces are mixed up, worn, & weathered. Theres smile lines in frowns with tears, there’s hurt and sorrow for so many years. And all I want to do is figure it out. Quench your thirst in this awful drought.
But you could care less it seems.
I get upset. I get frustrated. I lay awake at night. I try to figure out what I can do to make it right what I can do to help you to show you I care and there’s nothing— because at these pieces I stare just trying to put it all together. Just trying to make sense of it all.
I need your help,
I’m so focused on putting you back together my own pieces are starting to fall.
the child inside is still begging you, please. Please.
Talk please, say something, anything
for silence is not the absence of sound but the presence of something else.
