Taps knock against the glass
Their cold drops layer my jacket and freeze the skin
My heart is just another heavy burden to carry across my shoulder
It's bits lie about in the seat, awaiting your return
In hopes you might spend the time you once had to fix me
I could so easily move on, I know this
But I can't, you have me "wrapped around your finger"
My heart strewn asunder, littering the bus we ride
Every morning and in the afternoon
I wait for you, fighting sleep just to glance at your eyes
But my body gives in after a long night of nightmares
I slump in my seat and slumber, hearing your heels
I stop and jolt awake...missing your eyes
My spirits plummet ever further after hoping you'd sit by me
You passed right by
As in all things I'm late,
Late to ask you
Late to give you a chance
And now I'm late to love and trust the girl I can't live without
I don't believe in second chances, especially in my case
I get that you kind of really hate me at this moment
It's okay, I join you in the bitter agony that is hurting me
This rainy ride is missing its passenger
And so I drive alone
Water crowns apon my eyes like an ocean break
Its waves crash over my cheeks and graze the scars apon my body
Since I've seen you there are more than just a few
I'm sorry, but this rainy ride is crashing
YOU ARE READING
Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how