It made me want to cry before you; eyes raining a storm and
pleading you to reconsider. I could feel all my sins wash into
a lake at my feet; their dirty colours blending and swirling
in a sordid affair of truths.
The sad loss of words beside me. You just stared at the mess
at my feet; and I could see the weight inside begin to crush you.
I’m so sorry I can see what I have done. I’m so sorry it has been me all
along that would break you.
In love and loss, I knew I would be the witness for both. Deep in a
tormented heart, gnawed and bitten down by myself,
I have to live with what I’ve done.
I have to see us sever; detach and crumble,
together yet painfully separate.
Two howling wolves buried in deep snow.
Come on, let’s get you home – you said to the ground.
I know you still hunt for answers. The words I couldn’t
gift-wrap for you because I lost the fight to voice them.
They are still here. I will keep waiting for you.
Trying to pass on the box of answers you seek;
I just want to take them out of their grave, and finally
let you see the pain in them.
And the love I’ll always preserve for you.
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