The Eye of the Storm

“I love you.” He whispered in her ear.

And she gasped (unintentionally audibly).

“What is it?” This time he unfolded himself from her and stared her directly, with a fierce glare mixed with hurt and anger.

“I don’t know. I’m….I’m sorry. I have to go.”

And the truth was, she didn’t know. She didn’t know if she loved him. She didn’t know if she didn’t love him. She didn’t know if she ever cared for him.

“No. Stay. Tell me. You can’t just leave me here, wandering.” He pulled on her hand, begging softly with his eyes for her to stay and yet keeping a firm command in his voice.

No one had ever asked her to stay. Everyone else had turned and walked away: fearing more rejection, more confrontation, more heartbreak.

“He’s so different.” She thought.

So she stayed. And she told her fears.

And he listened.

And she cried.

And he kissed away her tears.

And whispered something perfect, “You don’t have to love me. I love you anyway.”

With pictures in my hand,
And a marker in the other,
I’m trying to blot out memories.
Erase old mistakes.

Bringing out my acoustic guitar,
To sing sweet, soft melodies
Of heartbreak and pain
And most of it was yours

I won’t say goodbye.
I never was good at it, anyway.
Can’t we be fine with a memory?
And yet forgetting yesterday?

I’m not a creep, I promise.I just stare at pictures of you all day.

I’m not a stalker, I promise.
I just happen to be following you at any time of day.

Oh, Am I breathing?
You’re crushing my lungs.
Oh, Am I living?
You’re dragging me to my grave.

I can’t feel the pain.
I can’t feel the love.
I can’t feel the joy.
Am I even alive?


My friends say they’ll hurt
Anyone who breaks my heart.

But how can a heart break
When it’s broken so much,
It’s turned to dust?

You trace your scars
And your fresh cut wounds
As you listen for someone to
Give you a reason to feel
Something other than pain.

And you stop for a moment
Thinking maybe someone
Will come running.
But no one is banging on your door
So you start banging on the floor.

All you want is someone to run.
Run after you.
All you want is someone to listen.
To listen and make you laugh.

And these tears aren’t selfish.
And this heartbreak is real.
But I’m coming for you.
I’m coming for your blades.

You don’t want to stop.
You just want to keep feeling
Something other than the heartbreak.

So you keep digging for answers.
Until you’re wincing
For another reason.

Give me your hands.
Let me count your scars.

Give me your heart.
Let me piece it together.