Broken.Strings.

i cant begin to make a picture from the scraps you have set before me.

it seems like no matter how long i wait
things will not change.

im a hopeless dreamer wishing for a love that will never come.
never exist.

never be true.

i give from the depths of my heart, learning, loving, and even forgiving wholly
but it

wont ever be suffice.

i want time.
but im given anger and strife.

i ask for words,
but you give me mallice and hurt.

i beg for love,
and you hand me anger instead.

when?
when can i trust myself to love someone who will love me in return?

why does it have to be so complex?

confessions of a broken heart are the only ones that seem true anymore.

i decide now that my eyes and heart will be set on two things, and two alone.

my daughter and God.

in time i know, things will change, wounds will be dressed and healed.
in time.

"it kicks to hard it breaks your bones, cuts so deep, it hits your soul. Tears your skin and makes your blood flow. its better that we know...that love is hard." -James Morrison