May 31
i spend half the day writing; half the day crying
soliloquys in the dark because i can't bear the silence
i can't tell you the reason, i hope you forgive me
the cycle started again but it still feels like a mystery
you were not the first but i hope you're the last
at this point i don't care how that comes to pass
whether with you in my arms or with you walking out
if i find the courage to do it i'll make my past self proud
the little girl whose face would go pale
when all she wanted to say was
"i love you, i hope that's okay"
