Tell me that it's going to be okay Tell me that it's going to blow over like a Santa Ana wind, hot, burning quick, leaving but a memory of words pounded out at 2 in the morning.
I've been hurt before, I know this familiar winding road. I've memorized the pebbles I've kicked in fits of anger and irrational tears. I know the side roads, I know the alley ways that are shrouded in my own shadows of regret.
You were my muse. You are my muse. You inspire the words that flow. You inspire the sleepless night, along with the denial of the little letters put together that completes the puzzle of my smile.
I know this hurt. I know this.... tell me that we can go from here. Tell me that this isn't the end, that this is just a fork in the road of what we call our fucked up life.
At times I found it a little wordy, but considering it's such a personal poem, and one that people can relate to so easily, in the end it worked well for the overall effect. Some parts in this are brilliant -
You inspire the sleepless night, along
with the denial of the little letters put
together that completes the puzzle
of my smile.
I loved the way you approached this it was new, and unique to you, but the pain in the end was the one everyone is familiar with.
I've been through heartaches many times and they never get easier... though we know when we watch others it is still hard to believe we'll get past it... you certainly spilled your guts and showed such deeply painful emotions. I feel for you.
My name is Amber....my friends call me.....Amber, GA
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