I know how much it hurt.
There's a hurricane of emotions, thoughts twisted with despair and confusion. You've felt numb to it to protect yourself. You grew a skin of hard scales, thinking that no one would notice. But I know those tears. I know the past that plays in your head like a broken record of regrets. I know those dark clouds that have weighed heavy in your chest. I know the gray colors you've seen and the lies you believed. I know the stories of hope you used to sing and the sweetest of words that have once left your lips. I know how you long for that brighter past, and I know the covenant we made. This exchange of hearts. I haven't forgotten. In the shade, I haven't lost sight of you. You're like a crown that doesn't know its own worth, a jewel longed by royalty. You see how crippled your lattices are, but I see frames of gold, arrayed by love deeper than any wound. A lonesome child, yet worth the heart of a king. As I pursue you, I'm not letting go.
I know how much it hurt.
And it has broken my heart too.
But there's a story within these lines, and I'll tie everything together when you're ready to surrender.
YOU ARE READING
When Words Were Stars #Wattys2014
PoetryOn rare occasions When my emotions burst into words, I find myself painting poetry and prose. #Wattys2014
