You broke me when I was beyond breaking.
Maybe some wounds are too deep to heal and so are some
hearts.
How will I ever get over this?
Maybe time will heal me.
Or maybe this deadness will.
Or maybe I won’t heal at all.
Because maybe, I’m too broken to.
I do know that I will never have a cure, though. Because you were my cure. Always
were, always will be. My incentive. My everything and even more.
And for a second there, I thought you were mine.
But, just for a second.
I will let my silence tell my story now.
Because some stories are better heard unspoken.
And so are some silences.
Let me break.
Just, let me break.
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