Lately, it’s been feeling like we’re torn apart. Why there’s such distance? That’s a question that’s weighing heavy on my heart.
I have some things to say; only I struggle with where to start.
I see your wounds, and I want to heal those scars.
I want to hear the adventure in your stories, until I discover who you are.
I feel your love when I’m missing; wondering where am I going.
What you don’t know is that I’m going to forget names, and forget shames.
And when I go, I leave my feelings at the door.
It’s hard for me to remember the last time you smiled at me; truthfully, I think that’s what hurts the most.
Just because you speak affectionate words, doesn’t mean you have faithful thoughts.
Tonight it kind of hit me while I was praying I would make it to 21 —
It took 40 oz to consult me.
You said you were concerned about me; that’s when I knew I had to — up and leave.
Sitting in the passenger side thinking to myself, “Why am I still struggling?”
Seems to me the lesson learned is that we all make mistakes.
Yes, I can explain why my eyes are so low, red, and glossy.
It’s because I want a real hug.
Your silence is punishment.