wrapped in a broken heart and invisible scars
mourning a chance not given
tired, lonely, empty
I feel old.. too much life in too little lifetime.
bones aching, joints creaking
constant pain, followed by too many painful memories
I just want to be warm. safe. loved.
I ask too much, I'm not enough.
it tears.. hurts.
but if it makes you happy, in the end.
I'll be okay.
You asked me if I loved you.
I said I didn't know.
I do. and I do.
though you'll hate me for it.
I'll keep it in a box.
I do love you.
and I hate me for it.