And if you can hear me cry in this poem, disregard it.
Because this is the part where my heart will harden.
What do you do with a heart you can’t feel?
Who do you give it to?
How do you live with it?
I’m guilt trippin’.
I’ve packed bags full of sadness.
Remorse, my anger won’t let me see past it.
My bloodshot eyes are so tired, I can’t seem to see straight.
It was not supposed to be this way.
It cannot be this way.
I remember finding sun in your eyes.
The stars in your smile.
I could walk for miles along the concrete just staring into them.
And now I play keyboards like pianos typing symphonies of misery.
Instrumenting our memories.
Praying that you’ll remember me.
Praying that you’ll remember me when my years run out.
When our cycle discontinues.
When your fears run out.
Praying that you’ll remember me when you move on.
Praying I’m still your weakness when you grow strong.
