StayingStrong (Remove filter)
Step Mother
With every breathe I take you drag me down,
With every second I spend awake you force me to drown.
In my sorrow.
In my wounds.
I wonder if there'll be a tomorrow.
I'm in love.
With a boy.
He completes me, makes spending the days with you.
Bearable.
Doable.
Lovable.
But with every breathe I take is a fighting one.
Like two arms pulling me apart.
I wonder if he sees the pain that lies u...
Friday 28th April 2017 3:57 pm
Recent Comments
Tim Ellis on End of Summer
1 hour ago
David RL Moore on A trilogy of D-Day poem readings
1 hour ago
R A Porter on Father's Day
1 hour ago
raypool on Father's Day
14 hours ago
Yasoda on Claws of Love, Kiss of Death
14 hours ago
David RL Moore on The Art of Ages
14 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on My Poetic Soul
15 hours ago
Greg Freeman on Father's Day
15 hours ago
R A Porter on End of Summer
15 hours ago
R A Porter on Father's Day
15 hours ago