心疼

心疼

Will all this crying ever end? I weep when I wake up, weep when I sleep. It comes in waves and I’m not sure if it will ever stop. I am told losing someone you love is like getting a bruise on your heart. I disagree. Bruises fade and the pain slowly ebbs. With time, you heal and it’s like it never was.
But that’s not how it should be, should it? You’d be a scar; a keloid of sorts. I never want my memories of you to fade away. You are a scar on my heart, and I am better for each time my eyes burn from remembering.
You’re in a better place; a happier one – but that doesn’t mean I won’t miss you. Rest in peace, popo.
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