Tired Eyes and Heartaches.

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falling asleep as tears fall down my face, with the thought of every word i said wishing that i hadn't. some days, i wish for myself to be quiet and not say a word; because with every word i lose you more than i did the last.
with everything i say to you, it slowly tears away the seams of my chest, showing you what i truly am.
the side of me i have yet to show is something that will terrify you, making you wish you had never once introduced yourself to me.
with every time i touch something once valuable, it turns to ruins. i cannot control the fact i mess everything up, and for that i am so sorry. if only you knew how much it hurts me far more than it hurts you.

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