does he know, the heart i surrendered to a place that wasn't found. a nook in his arm i thought i knew, because he held me close and thats where my tears were found. did he feel my pain through his? when it was over after we both yelled and fought? and my tears were left on my pillow case. and his were left on a strangers face? so complacent. so standard. and so i finally said fuck you.
heartache seems
in abundant supply
for the sake of our dreams
until we break down and cry
great poem
keep writing it helps in the healing
pain is
inevitable
with a broken heart
suffering is optional
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot