Dec 16, 2010 22:06
she pours salt in her wounds again expecting the words to come flowing out but instead comes dustdustdust and she cries into her sleeping gown because the words were all she had left
she has him now but hes broken so broken and she wants to heal him with her words so she writes poem after poem for him but they dont work but she will continue trying because he is all she has now
shes lost and found but never kept and all shes ever done has been left behind in the sand and she wonders aloud wherever she goes why did they leave why do they all leave and so she changes something. this time she leaves
sometimes she wonders if it was the right choice
writing,
short