Do you know,
how many drafts I’ve saved?
all bout you.
That will never reach
more than you can count.
I’m not even sorry.
You were special.
Don’t you see?
It was never supposed to be.
I know that.
But they exists.
All these words,
all about you.
Saved as drafts,
sitting in my computer
and waiting for the day
when I, at last,
will set them free.
Oh but all those voices in my head
They ring and sing
And tell me all the things
I never need to hear
They whisper all those sad memories
That I try to keep out of my thoughts
And bring back all that melancholy
I thought I swept away
Into that dusty, haunted corner
Of my mind
Hold her as she breaks.
Run your fingers over the shards of her heart.
Feel the life escape from the pieces.
Tell her things will look up soon.
Stand by her side as she rediscovers her balance.
Pick her up by her shoulders whenever she crumbles.
Take her bruised hand in yours and help her walk again.
Give her a voice when hers falters.
Fall in love with the way she laughs all over again.
See galaxies in her eyes.
Dream of running your fingers through her hair.
Remember what it feels like to meet her lips.
Say nothing as she finds someone else.
Tell her she deserves the stars.
Keep it to yourself that you want to explore the skies.
Wait for her to come back to you in pieces.
Let her rest her head on your shoulder when the world shuts her out.
Whisper comforting words into her ear instead of the sweet nothings in your head.
Hope that she will learn to love you again.