A few words light up my face
and a few letters send me a smile
but even when I smile there's an ache in my chest.
I don't know how to fill it
and I don't know how to stop it
and I'll just pretend it's not there
and hope it goes away.
(It's worked in the past. Mostly.)
Let's pray I can fill it with words
and music
and your smile
and chocolate.
I may be hollow
but I'm still standing.
I am fine.
I will always be fine.
Being fine is the easiest thing to do
and I won't fail at that.
Just do me one favor:
when I ask you to hold me, don't ask why first.
Just do it.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts and Things
PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
