I still have your notes,
Held close to my heart the words
Meant to tear me down,
And tell me the truth.
Read to soon when I wasn't ready to hear,
Wasn't ready to look back on the memories
Or hear your voice in my head.
Broken into pieces of staggered breaths
And silent wishes of death...
That's all I noticed then.
But now I read them,
(Still held close to my heart,
Still held in my bleeding hands.)
And I feel a sense of relief.
A joy that spreads and kisses the wounds,
The ones that will never heal
(But they're getting better).
I read them and smile at your voice in my head,
And the memories I still adore.
I still have your notes,
Little folded papers that hold so much,
Words that soothe and smile.
I still have them...
