the ringing
it's happening again
the pain
i wince- your arms around me.
what can i do.
tell me what i can do.
your eyes are pleading.
i'm sorry, i really am.
i'm sorry for making you feel so helpless-
you help, you do.
in your arms - that's all you can do.
it'll pass
it won't last
not like you.
YOU ARE READING
philophobia
Poetryit isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015
