I wonder what my baby feels when I cry.
My own selfish world takes over through all these changes
no one feeling the pain but me.
I forget what a fragile creature he is,
it's what made me fall-in-love with him,
breaking my heart to see his heart broken
all those pieces put back together
but some were put in the wrong place
he holding mine, me clutching his.
In all these masks and shields we're blinded to the other and forget true self
missed hours make it difficult to get the spokes in sync
moments together wasted
can't catch up for the bickering
travelling back to a place where forgiveness is sacrificed for easy accessibility of criticism,
resentments stacking up like bricks on a fence.
Something's got to give.
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A collection of all written work both published and non-published. A strong emphasis on poetry, but also includes creative real-life shorts. Please enjoy and feel free to comment.
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