I've always wanted an existence that I would never regret but somehow, somewhere, down the long road I have become regret itself. I wish I didn't go to sleep each night—wishing I would wake up embraced by your love instead of this terrible ache in my heart that has me wishing I never got to see the daylight again. I'm sorry I am the way I am but now I've made all these promises that you'll never hear and the fear that there will only ever be a dull ache where you used to be; knocks me off my feet and I'm terrified to death, that it will always ache, it will always ring, always call, always and only...for you.
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A Change Of Heart
PoetryHealing isn't the easiest thing for me to do. I've tried to find it in between pages and rib cages. In loud rooms and the quiet of racing heartbeats. In poetry and rage. In that space between childhood and growing pains. In apologies that I refuse t...
