In bed is where I lay
as my hands rest upon the keyboard.
My mind is astray, attempting to
distract a broken heart from what it can’t afford.
A girl, aching for nothing but love,
left only with disappointing heartache.
I push and shove, push and shove,
these flooding emotions until the gates break.
I’m drowning in the overspilling feels,
constant waves of lost hope,
no one there to heal the ever growing
black hole that threatens to swallow me whole.
| c.l.s | 2014