Crying (in honor of Shannon)
Every day I cry when I think of the hurt
Every day I cry when the lassitude’s of destruction
You have laid on my poor grieving heart
Come crashing down on my head
“It’s not you, it’s me” you said
It’s not me that broke up my world
Made it all come crashing down
That was you too
It wasn’t me that had to break up with my voicemail
That was you as well
All the time I’m stewing in my own head, crying
Looking at pictures of us, crying
Thinking about your family functions, crying
Driving to and from work, listening to pitifully sad love songs
Still crying every step of the way
I try to call you and you ignore my calls
You won’t let me have closure and end it like a grown up
So I have to sit here stuck in infancy
Trying to figure out how to do anything besides cry
I need to pick my heart up again
Restructure the pieces back into a solid figure
My heart is broken and I want to make it whole again
But I keep crying
I want to move, yet I keep crying
Stagnated by the way you left me in the dark
Holding and consoling myself, and still crying
"An Akili Carter original"
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