• Everything

    by  • April 16, 2018 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    Everything hurts.
    Where my mind was discombobulated
    Where pyramids were in playgrounds
    and holy lands were next to grocery stores,
    There is no subtle way to avoid the damage.
    After gasping for full air,
    The pain still settles remembering the lines I wrote
    to you,
    there is pain in owning them.
    Remembering how I thought I was dying..
    and your voice becoming startled
    by what you thought was a drunken confession
    but was a morose tall tale.
    There is so much pain in accepting ypur forgiveness
    when I can’t accept my own.
    Feeling the depth of the loss
    Trying and trying to find footing
    even when everything hurts.

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