Wednesday, January 31, 2018

thats how you know it meant something


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


1 comment:

  1. It’s supposed to hurt that’s how I knew he meant something.

    Holy cow girl. I missed reading your blog. You have a beautiful kind of finesse in your words.

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