There's a cup inside of me,
where I keep all of my tears.
Behind the wall where
I keep all our memories.
And when it overflows,
I cry out all of my fears.
It washes away,
erasing our sweet stories.
There's a place where
the pain is under lock and key,
I keep them hidden
and I try to be strong.
But I think of you
and they all break free.
Nothing seems right,
everything feels so wrong.
All the hurt, all the darkness
I bottle them all on a shelf.
I lie to the mirror,
I forget about your absence.
I'm not doing this for you,
I'm doing this for myself.
I do deny your presence,
I extinguish your essence.
YOU ARE READING
daisy.
PoetryTo Ree, May you always dream of tall mountains and white cloudy skies. To be happy is to be able see the world through your wondrous eyes. -Will
