I don’t understand what it is that I do wrong.
I don’t want to hurt her! But why must I be so strong
In my address to her. She is old and frail and full of woe,
Or so we thought, nonetheless she walked out, baggage in tow.
I lay on my bed dreaming of such a wondrous place
Where one may understand me as I embrace all I face.
A place to bask in my never ending sorrow.
Where mine are not the only insides that are hollow…
She stalks up the stairs again and I hear her footsteps thundering.
I cower further, and further, into my sheets to muffle the noise from my blubbering.
I hear her stop right outside my door and listen
Hoping to charge in and make me justify why my eyes mustn’t glisten.
And as I hear her fiery figure retreat,
I slowly open myself and expel my fear-filled heat.
I return to the blissful utopia my mind continues to build
And find once again the freedom that she would’ve killed…
P/N: The song on the side and the one in the external I felt both fit this piece. That and the fact that I love the songs so check them out. :)
Thanks for reading.
~jerichi xo
