I can hear her crying
Is this my fault? Am I making her cry?
I thought I was helping when I said those things.
I want her to love her and love me.
I love her.
I have caused this. This pain.
My tears run freely because she doesn't care. She knows I love her but she refuses to leave a man who is mean. Who doesn't love her.
But I do.
She is the reason that I am the person I am today. The reason I walk with a purpose. It's for her. Who knows where I would be without her.
I mean, I know.
I would be 6 feet under with no one above who gives a damn about my insignificant soul.
I can't change how she feels. I can't control what she does or who she is with.
But she is hurting inside, and everyone but her can see it.
She refuses to let go when we know she has to, for he is dragging her down, to a hole that is inescapable.
Where do we go.
So I step back
Think about her.
Breathe.
And leave.
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Brain Flow
PoetryThe brain can be a very scattered thing. Thoughts racing. No train of thought. Our words are often lost in the vastness of this world. Half of our thoughts vanish in an instance. Which is why it is crucial to write thoughts down as they happen. I us...
