'At the top of your lungs
I've heard you scream in your sleep.'
Sometimes things come to become
to be too much,
and the only words that
can escape the prison
of my lips is
'take care of yourself,'
because I could never be the one
who could take care
of you.
But I already knew that you could
take care of yourself,
I just kept reminding you
to do it because I was the one
who couldn't take care
of myself and needed
you to pick me back up
after I've fallen too hard
to feel my feet.
I swear that I'm still dreaming
and I feel that when I wake up
that you'll be sleeping beside me
and you'll pull me closer
and lull me back to sleep
with your soft shushes,
telling me I was just having a bad dream.
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I Was She
Poesia[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
