Of all the time
You chose this place
And re-enter my life
As if worry never left
As if fear never died
Your word not kept
Still aches inside
1000 pounds
Hit square in the chest
But I stand proud
You made this mess
It was months ago
Almost years to date
Not friend or foe
Your call came today
As soon as I begin to get by, stand on my own two feet.
Enough time for wounds not to close, but keep clean.
There you are, and I am fine.
Just not on the inside.
When everything is looking up, the world comes crashing down.
Again, and again, and again.
I would like to just break down.
So please, this time,
Just leave me here.
Cause somedays I miss where I stood.
2 comments:
Olivia! You blog!
And you are an amazing poet! I haven't read many of your posts (yet!) but this one in particular I can relate to so well.
Way to put your inner self on the outside...it's a hard thing to do.
Awe Thanks Kristin! You are such a doll, Im excited to see that you too blog! It is about my new favorite thing to do :D
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