d I if e r e n t
i turn around, and you are not there.
yet i hear your voice permeating these walls
a place where we used to come together is now an empty space, going to waste.
I cant find my peace over this, and sleep is long in coming
this hurts to badly. this wound here in my heart...
I am not a victim, yet I feel something somewhere went terribly wrong.
a part of me feels soiled and bruised...like something insignificant and unwanted.
I wish I could understand why this hurt me so badly.
maybe it is for the best that I never do, maybe the mystery gives me some solace...a place to rethink things and re evaluate my own life.
why you did this, and why things happened as they did....no longer cling to me...
only those moments when I am remined of the laughter we shared do i have the momentary flashes of history past between you and I...
only then I feel the empty space inside.
only then does the pain become an ache.
yet i hear your voice permeating these walls
a place where we used to come together is now an empty space, going to waste.
I cant find my peace over this, and sleep is long in coming
this hurts to badly. this wound here in my heart...
I am not a victim, yet I feel something somewhere went terribly wrong.
a part of me feels soiled and bruised...like something insignificant and unwanted.
I wish I could understand why this hurt me so badly.
maybe it is for the best that I never do, maybe the mystery gives me some solace...a place to rethink things and re evaluate my own life.
why you did this, and why things happened as they did....no longer cling to me...
only those moments when I am remined of the laughter we shared do i have the momentary flashes of history past between you and I...
only then I feel the empty space inside.
only then does the pain become an ache.