To start this I’m terrible at writing poems, but here we go.
Tear stained memories,
the feelings you feel when you fall into bed.
The overwhelming sound of of non existant remedies
remedies to the problems of a story only half read.
The story of your life,
the story of a life that was so full of hurt that even you stopped reading.
The promise of a brighter life,
of the only love that could start the healing.
Fear of losing that love,
of never having that love.
of never being good enough.
wanting only you, my love.
the thought of you,
when crawling into bed, causes yet another,
tear stained memory
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