"where will i find comfort?
when i run out of songs to cry along to,
when i run out of paper to scribble on,
when i run out of arms to run into,
and shoulders to lean on,
where will i find comfort?
when people i love turn their back to me,
people who i thought i would have beside me my entire life have cut me off so easily,
i can't tell if it is my fault or theirs,is it so wrong to try and hold on to a severed string? i've only ever desperately tried to keep it tied.
is it so wrong to hope that they didn't change even though it's only natural? i've only ever desperately tried to patch up.
where will i find comfort?
when i run out of pillows to stain with my tears,
when i run out of tears to cry,
when will i find comfort?"
-k.v.
a/n : hey, thank you so much for reading till here, i'm going to take a short break from writing here to focus on my other book 'blossom', i promise to be back with even more poems for you lovely people <3
