I see you hurt and I open my mouth to say something. No sound comes out of my voice box, so I just close my jaw back and stare at your crying eyes and wish I could comfort you.
You need comforting but the only thing I can do is sit there staring at your crying eyes wishing my body would obey my brain and enclose your trembling body in my arms.
The only comfort I can offer you is my pleading eyes staring at your crying eyes wishing you would confide in me what is causing you to ache.
I know you wouldn't turn away to me attempting to soothe you in other means of assurance, but my body remains crouched, paralyzed.
I am finally able to get my limbs to cooperate with my brain's signals and am about to hug you and tell you comforting words but then someone else rushes over and immediately is able to soothe your aching heart and dry your crying eyes.
Next time I will try to be the one to dry your crying eyes.
A/N: this one was written based off my inability to comfort people well. I got the I Soto write it based off of events on this past Friday at a hangout in Wiggins we sometimes go to. Oh, and you probably won't be reading many more writings of my previous relationship aside from maybe some or so about me finally being able to move on from the heartbreak of it and I also might post the first two I hand-wrote days after the breakup and never typed on here. Also, as usual the cover picture isn't mine. Anyway, 'till the next time!
~Deathwish
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Just some shit thoughts
PoetryJust some shit thoughts put into a poetic-ish form I guess. I'm not really sure what I'm doing, I'm just trying to put my emotions into words I guess
