I should
be used to this phase.
But everytime,
my heart drops
and my eyes burn
from fresh tears
that slide smooth,
down my cheek,
and drop onto my knees
which are curled up to my chin.
then they glide down my legs
until,
reaching my bare feet,
where they rest and burn away
in the hot,
afternoon sun.
I should be
used to my heart
feeling like
it's filled with holes
that gasp for air.
I should be used
to this phase of
you pulling away.
My mind has gone
through the pain,
more times,
than imaginable.
The emotions
that lie me in
and hold me
prisoner
in one of the dark holes
that thrive,
lonely,
in my heart.
I should be used to
how the world
around me
changes with time.
Shades turn to on
so i can't distinguish
the differences
of life.
i should be used to
the lonely days outside,
curled in the sun,
hoping for the warmth,
that i tyically
recieve from you
in cold times.
I should be used
to the quiet,
long nights,
waiting for sleep
to grasp me and
end the pain.
I should be used
to knowing that
you will come back,
like always,
when you miss me,
when something
feels like
it is missing.
I should know,
but everytime,
I don't.