After the call

From 5am. Friday June 01 2018

Superficial smile,

happy for a while.

You do the best you can do,

but inside your broken too.

Some days its all OK, yet the pain never goes away.

Avoid what hurts, thats the plan,

life will be good with a new man.

Believe the past is all a lie,

but for its loss you still cry.

Some days its all OK, yet the pain never goes away.

Dont talk or let me in.

Dont let healing begin.

Fear drives much of what you do,

I know its taste, Im broken too.

Some days its all OK, yet the pain never goes away. 

Talk to me, yell and scream,

blame me for your broken dream.

We may never, restore the past,

but together, find peace at last.

I really had to work on that last set. It sounds good with just the 3, but so depressing. I promised myself some time ago to try and end all my poems with something hopeful, so there it is.