next week

[hopelessnatx]

i am bruised, damaged, torn, battered, weathered, worn.
yet you come back-and keep coming back.
she sits [mostly] silently, and patient.
waiting for my wounds to heal.
she doesnt try to lick them clean.
she knows it will do no good.

you continue flogging me about the heart and soul.
trying endlessly to break me.
i have not broken.
i am not broken.
i am trying to find a safe place to hide
i need to release this pain, this weight that i carry-
i have carried for years. there is no where to turn.
no matter where i look.

i beg you to walk away. please just go.
if not forever-then just for today.
we can talk about tomorrow next week.