another headline
tumbles across a mass grave...
I once gave you the tools to shatter my own heart,
I forced your hand and made us fall apart...
Infinite emotions collide-
yet no tears fall from these eyes...
The days have turned into years
Yet your still very much here...
Before this relationship
My heart was sore but whole...
I deleted you from my life
Just like you had asked...
The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile. |
Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse. |
If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight. |