Torn
How did you know when to call?
It was almost like you knew
When I would be at my most vunerable
My defenses weakened by a recent battle
My resolve not quite as strong as it was
The call I waited eight months for,
Shatters the silence of an empty room
What was I to say, after all?
I replay the conversation in my head
Hear the thickness of alcohol in your voice
But still so familiar it brings me to tears
The sound of the one that broke my heart
Telling me his mother is dying of cancer
I want to cry, laugh, scream, all at once
How can I be there for you?
I am trying to mend my shattered life
Stand alone, on my own two feet
I hear your sadness and regret
But I have grown so much my friend
I feel your pain, as I feel my own
My instinct tells me to protect myself
How can I shut you out?
When I know you need me right now
Still somehow, I know I must
I will always love you, always did
Survival tells me to beware, take care
I remember how much it hurt to lose you
I want to be there, I'm sorry, but
I can't
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-04-25 at 06:25
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