its okay that he never came
its okay that i wish he did
its okay that my heart sinks everyday
wanting to scream and curse hope for holding my hand all this time--
hand still reaching
feet still wondering
mind outrunning, cunning
a way into my heat
healing the hurt
painting on scars
pumping out pain
hopelessness comes in with the tide
it never stays
it always comes back
i'll cry
i'll shrink
but i'll stand
in the end i always knew
its supposed to hurt..
that's how i knew
he meant something.
~AA
