ErictheRed12662

I hear the sounds of your stilettos, Clicking across the room, And I can only assume, The time grows near to end my seclusion. The mascara bleeding down my face, Across the stitches you've put in place, Down to the lip gloss and lipstick, Creating your canvas. I always thought you a little strange, You now standing there in your nurse outfit, A scalpel in hand. 'Don't worry love,' You say, Your voice going in spastic ups and downs, 'It'll all be over soon.' The toxicity poured, Through the hospital ward, As the needles were shoved in place, Like little safety pins on cloth. The pain is insane, My bruises endlessly scattere

There are things in this world, No one can understand, Yet we still hold on to hope. The reasons those we love, Give us blank stares, While saying they care. The reasons our hearts, Speak for our minds, When our brain is struck dumb. The reasons we cry Over lost friends, After they've been gone for weeks. The reasons we say, The things we say, Lying more to ourselves than those we wish to lie to. There are times, When we must let go, And there are times, When we know, Letting go is not the answer. Truth be told, The latter is more rare, And the former changes us the most. The late calls at night, Telling about each oth