Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Out of Words and Still Typing

What hasn't already been said? Is there anything left you want me to say? I've put everything here for you to see but you're not even reading. Like writing on the wall, you won't read it till you want to. Now I've given you and chance for you to let me know everything. A simple 'yes' or 'no' and I'll plan based on that. You have a week to tell me, one week to decide weather this will be permanent or not. Either way, I'll be here for as long as it takes. I'll keep shouting into the void. Typing until I can't type anymore. I don't understand what more I can do to show you that I need you. I can't think of any combination of words that I haven't used before. You must get it by now. I'd give up my world for you. I'd make a restart with you if you asked. I don't care what's in my life now, I'd leave it all for you and I have no way to show you because you won't ask. I've told you I love you in a thousand words and in none. I've let you break me, shatter me, ruin me and yet you're still gone. I've given you the control here and yet I'm still left alone. I've told you everything a thousand times and you're still not listening. Yet I'm still here, telling you everything over again and I'll keep doing it. Maybe one day you'll stop doing this to me. Maybe I'm a sucker for the pain. I don't even know anymore.

And it all comes back to the memory of my tears soaking your cotton shirt as you held me.

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