What price do I have to pay,
For you to hold me?
What does implied compassion cost?
Is it a price I cannot afford?
A heart I no longer possess,
Or at least part of one,
That knew about a life,
And left me when it was over?
Could you hold me, and bear the brokenness?
Maybe I won't cry, if I think you care.
Please forgive me for burdening our time
With stories of when I was truly beautiful
Because someone truly loved me.
Did I share so much that I made you feel bad?
(It isn't the first time.)
You aren't less, only different,
And truly beautiful,
And I could truly love you...
If you would only hold me.
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