Worth Being Heard.

(I've wasted so much time on me.
Remembering, prodding, and licking my own wounds.
I'm ashamed to say it, but
I forgot about...you.
The words I sent
to comfort myself
and the time I spent
alone, when I hurt...
I never thought of
how alone you may be.
So this one's for you,
and not just for me.)

There's nothing to take back
the pain, or how it lingers.
No apology
and no level of remorse.
That tremble in your chest
that radiates to a wet, broken heart
dripping from your eyes...
will still have happened in the morning
and a month from now,
whether it left a trace or not.
Wake up or slumber, but
it's never been a dream,
it's a cold hard reality.
And the reality of life is that
we were meant for so much better-
to be loved, and love in return.
With trembling hands still laced together,
we can make it through this night...
And by the morning we'll still remember
that darkness can't outshine the light.
Our hands weave threads of hope to hold onto
when everything else falls apart.
We'll break all the chains
that try to make us forget
how love has been ours, from the start.
Let all ears hear
that all eyes cry,
but healing is always a choice.
All hearts can break
so let's not be forgetting
how even the broken still have a voice.