How many nights has your pillow had to soak up your river of tears and comfort you with it's delicate body against your trembling cheeks?
How many paragraphs have you spent countless hours thinking of and countless minutes tying just to delete it all, never to reach it's destined owner?
How many dresses have you tried on just to take off and go force yourself to regurgitate?
How many soulless shells have walked into your life, filled it with empty promises and broken forevers and then leave like they never knew you?
Aren't you tired my son? Aren't you weary my daughter?
come into my arms let me give you rest.
rest your groundlessly beating heart and dull soul that hopes without certainty.
Come, my child, I will give you rest
a sleep that would last eternity.
-L. Collins
Categories:
groundlessly, absence, cry, death, heartbroken,
Form: Blank verse