A letter I wish I was Weak enough To send

A letter I wish I was Weak enough To send

A Poem by The Empty Hour Glass

I'd tell you what's going through my head,
But that's just not what needs to be done.
I'd get a mirror and show you what keeps me up in bed,
But I wouldn't want to complicate your life and ruin your fun.

I'd burn down the memory -
But maybe I just don't want to forget.
I guess it's just a secret I hope you never see -
Another war that I just can't win.

You're killing me and you won't ever know, and that's not wrong.
One day you'll wake up and notice I'm gone.
Dead, probably from the replaying good-byes and every time I had to watch you go,
Hand in hand with him while I wonder why - why I can't let you know? But I know...

It tears apart limb from f*****g limb,
This torture I'm put through,
Makes me want to give in,
But it's the price I pay for missing you.

© 2013 The Empty Hour Glass

Author's Note

The Empty Hour Glass
I really would like to get some reviews for this one - I'll apologize beforehand for any inconvenient "read requests" received.

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Pain ...I'm feeling the pain in this dude...totally. Rolling an open wound in fiberglass and rubbing alcohol would feel better than the imagery described here.. nice.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on March 29, 2013
Last Updated on March 29, 2013
Tags: Love, Broken-hearted, Broken heart, Unsent Letter, Poem


The Empty Hour Glass
The Empty Hour Glass

Wileyville, WV

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