A work in progress…
Posted on | March 24, 2010 | Comments Off
I can but only choke on what is left of that thing one calls a heart.
I am incapable of true forgiveness of myself, yet somehow, I forgive you the pieces it has become.
Questions answered by not answering, silence hangs in the air as I gasp for a breath I cannot fully take.
A longing for something that can never be found. It aches within me, always.