Does it matter what I say?
Does it matter that it’s different?
Have weighed and waited,
For spells and years
Until it’s become second nature
To stall.
Nothing’s so simple
It hurts like a burnt blunt sickle
Cuts and slices, in all the hidden corners
I have never known love like yours,
Don’t think I ever will
Still there’s a heart to spill,
With no penance or prompt
I’m sorry it hurts
I’m sorry I’m the one who is hurting
I wish loving was enough
I wish being loved was enough
Still, if someone had said love doesn’t solve all, I wouldn’t have believed it.
Of all the things that cloud, darkest have been the closed eyes.
