I hate these nights where I know
that my someday
is never
and I can't..
I can't sleep.
I can't dream.
I cannot breathe
for fear of shattering
this little piece of something
that I hold so very tightly in my hands.
That little something that twirls quietly, so quiet...
dangling from my broken smile.
And sometimes I just want to ask,
can they see it?
Can they see
my little piece
of nothing..
I hate these nights
where the somedays
and the maybes,
and the perhapses,
and the promises
all blur together in one picture frame,
tied up in a ribbon...
And I know
the nightmares are coming.
And I'm so scared..
so very, very scared...
that my something will slip away
and all I'll have to hold
is a little bit of
ribbon.
