All The Words I'll Still Never Say Scream Loud Inside My Head

a poem always reaches towards a dying light

Also,
it was a song we would sing in the church house,
but now, when it plays, 
I can’t close my eyes, or lie my head down—
I don’t think of God, only you, in times like this;

does it make me a saint or more of a sinner
to rethink His love, because of your twist in words?

I held you so high, 
you were only bound to fall—
oh, but baby, still it’s not my fault when
all I gave you was love 

I wish you had given me a kinda warning 
So I wouldn’t have had to go on hurting like this.
They say it’s true love that I still care,
but if it’s true love, why aren’t you here?
Why isn’t it strong enough to bring you home? 

I’m so tired of their “get by” words 
to try and heal a heart that’s too far gone cursed— 
because up in the walls it bleeds and bleeds;
not in life, but from dying's release—

I should have known,
but I was just a kid, and you sware you’re a man.

Time drags on 
but, only for me it will
because I’ve been waiting in this unmade bed 
broken by the promises you planted in our garden;
the hope lives on, I water it with my tears;

for you, 
for you, 
for you
oh, everything I do is a cry for you. 

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