The Women in my life Part ii
I stare at her as she grips my forearm with her little fist. I watch as her big arms wrapped around me, making me wonder if she’s comforting me or I’m comforting her. I stare at her as she stares at the ceiling, while being miles away. I stare at her dejected expression when he doesn’t call.
There’s something about the women in my life, they’ve been hurt, quite a number of times, they’ve b broken and bruised, even the littlest of them, they’ve had their heart broken by the world, and they never needed heartbreak to feel pain, but they are still up and doing, still on their feet, still strong, but, that doesn’t change the fact that they’ve been hurt.
I want to grab everyone that has ever said a bad word to them by the lungs, I want to squeeze said lungs till it constricts, I want to put their mouths in fire, I want to watch them struggle to breathe because they’ve hurt the women in my life.
29|Oct
10|16pm.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
