Sunday, February 10, 2013
The Hand that Rocks the Cradle
Do you dare to come a little closer?
Can you bare to look me in the face?
What is it about me that makes you leave?
I do not know how to feel about it.
I practice thinking the hole is gone,
but the ache returns and grows in your calculated absence.
I cry tears I promised I would not show.
But I don't think you notice
And would care even less.
I need you, but
I can not pain myself long enough to tell you
I want you in my life.
You snatched love's warm embrace from me as I was falling from grace.
I know I disappoint you.
Does it help you to know I hate me, too?