I trust you with my faith
With my life
I trust that you know best
I trust that you see the things I don’t
The bigger picture
I pray for good days and good memories
I pray for lessons and challenges
But I don’t pray for trauma
I don’t pray for a broken heart
I don’t pray to be stopped on the street by creeps
I don’t pray for prying hands or and stolen touches
I don’t pray to have the same bad thin...
He wouldn’t let me cry
He didn’t like it
Made him uncomfortable
Those were the times I really wanted to
And now that he is gone
It’s like I don’t have anything else to cry about
Other than him
The memories
Its like my tears are tied to them
But now that I have left
I won’t let him have my tears
I’ll scream his name into my pillow
I’ll swear to the dark night sky
I’ll let them threaten the edges ...