A part of me still sits there, seeing you in all the ways you wanted me to.
An anchor for my heart, a place to call my home.
As you read on, you must think how blind that part of me is.
How could i not see..
As you read on, you must think how deaf that part of me is.
How could i not hear..
As you read on, you must think i must be so broken i have become desperate.
How could i not feel the pain..
But i do see, hear, and feel.
I see the way you used to hold me, before your hand ever began to raise.
I hear the way you used to whisper my name, before you ever screamed.
I feel the way you used to caress my skin, before you ever left a bruise.
I reminence in all of the good, overshadowed by all of the bad.
It does not make me weak, for it has opened my eyes.
It does not make me sad, for it has opened my ears.
It does not make me lonely, for it has opened my arms.
You cannot heal from pain if you do not face it and embrace it as you would your dearest friend.
And so i write this for you.
For the moment when i face you once more.
For that will be the moment i have truly faced my pain.
And the moment i begin to heal for good.
