and it hurts.
more than you could begin to understand.
it's a pain that can kill.
the pain that causes you to kick and scream,
asking why this pain is inside you.
the endless sobs and screams of being so utterly hurt and broken.
and after your body can't produce any more tears,
you sit in silence.
stuck with your thoughts.
and you're scared.
scared to be alone.
scared of what this pain may cause you to do to yourself.
you always told yourself you won't be so vulnerable.
so weak.
but this pain you can't hide.
so instead you cry so hard and loud into your dads arms.
it feels almost as though your a little girl again,
crying over a little scrape on your knee.
but this time your grown and lost.
it's not a scrape.
it's a scar that can never be healed.
this time, you don't know if life is worth trying for.
YOU ARE READING
my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
