It hides in the deepest corners, leaves us shattered and we crave for more...it stains our pillows with oceans of tears yet we crawl back begging for love. We mute the voices that tell us to let go and cleave to those that leave us afraid, for they are not worthy, and we know that's the truth but it consumes us in the deadliest way... and now we are empty, a lifeless shell, but the darkness it gives us completes me so well.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
