Candace Preston
Aug 29, 2017 · 1 min read

Sometimes

Loving you

Feels like throwing stones against glass windows

Heartsick and stupid.

I spent

Most of my life

Throwing glass shards against stone walls

The reverberations

Shrapnel

Always doing more damage to myself than him.

The difference between the two

Is not what I carry in my hands

But the hope that

You might wake up

To open the window

And let me in.

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