i hold.

i hold my heart so gently,

repair that has despaired.

i feel myself in mourning,

embrace myself with care.

i look into my own eyes

look at my skin so fair,

i try to mend the broken parts

that you left right over there.

at night i grow cold

and long for your warm touch,

at dawn i wake with hope

that you’re missing me as much.

i have so much to give

i have so much to love

but everything feels empty

as i lay here on my rug.

i’m tired of my own sobs,

they leave me rather odd.

i feel somewhat in-between

a sharp place and a rock.

i’ve tried writing a letter,

oh, a thousand times,

but there are simply no words

for this breaking heart of mine.