the good, the bad and maybe poems? + Quotes

Broken by truth

There was a harrowing, emptiness to his tone. "The people who love you most aren't always going to be able to protect you." His voice cracked and trailed off quietly.

Despite the thick coat that now engulfed me, my body went cold. My muscles tensed and my stomach churned like the crashing waves beside us.

No.

My eyes slowly met his.

The man who had been my fathers best friend for as long as I had been alive.

The man who worked beside him for even longer.

The man who had always been there.

The man who could not lie.

For his eyes always told the truth.

Even when the truth is one that you cannot bear.

"I'm sorry." I think he spoke, but a harsh gust of wind stole away his words.

His green eyes were stormy and dark like the swirling sea as the tide came in, it's depths mourning for the secrets held within. His hair was the same mix of yellows, golds and browns of the beach that was only over his shoulder- and just like the small grains of sand, the strands were blown relentlessly by the growing anger of the wind. His face held the same tired, weathered look of the cliffs battered by the waves days upon end.

Yes, he stood before me as a man.

But have you ever seen a man cry?

For a lone tear escaped down his cheek, just like the salty see sprays escaped into the air and danced in their freedom.

He stood before me as the man he had always been. The man I had always know. Yet I had never seen him look so broken