It isnt easy
to b
r
e
a
k him down
to see the rushing streams
streams of rage
tears of sorrow and sadness
little drops of happiness
fleeing down his cheeks
to tell him those hurtful words
to look into his baby blue eyes
to see beyond the love and hatrad
to see him hurt and in pain
like a knife stabbed deep within
stabbed straight threrw his heart
and still i let it all out
i see this coming from within
it rises and stomps
stomps like a heard of elephants,
stomps all over his heart...
to rip apart his little amount of
self esteem
which realli isnt there
he thinks he is fat
he calls himself names.
it kills me now
to go back and think
to re-hear what was said
to ponder within
to invision the hurt in his eyes
to miss his gentle touch
to want him back
to know that...
\"im sorry\"
just inst going to cut it
to make myself understand
this was the right thing
we need this space
this time to think
come on just think...
note: there is more to this poem but i am going to leave you with this.. let me know if you like and if you want to hear the rest?!?!?!
