I waited
For the boy who never grows old
To gently lift my sleepless body laying by my open window
And take me somewhere joyful and alive
Somewhere so far away that not even the unhappiest thoughts could find me
I do not think he ever came again
Because I now find myself a sad, grown woman
Those are two things he wished me never to become
Am I too sad to be loved?
I would think it gets tiring to be around someone who is always that way
Stuck between the pages of this one chapter
The Hurting
What a relief it would be to tuck away the book for a bit
Yet, I cannot seem to figure out how to walk away from myself
I am a conjoined twin to my loneliness
But You,
You have meant so much to me through these long years
Have been my every afterthought since my youth
I cannot say you have saved me from my woe
But you have always met me there
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