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.
