Arnica
There are no words that I can sayto magically rid you of your demons
for you to unprecedentedly recover
You will ramble on to the voices and thoughts in your head
day by day
breaking my heart
as I watch you struggle to knit together
the unraveled pieces of your thoughts
I know you will get better
But I don't know who we will be then
or how my love can mend the bruises
of the pain of losing you
however temporary
but I will stay
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2013-09-29 at 01:40
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