My Guitar Gently Weeps
…Sometimes I write short things…. Because sometimes it’s the only things I can muster the strength to say…
I cried my last tear for you.
I allowed it. It was my mourning.
I let my heart break. I sat with the broken pieces promising them that I would glue them back together again.
When I could. When I had the strength.
I told myself I would not hate you. I just told myself I would let you go.
I told myself that in another life and time, maybe then… and then again… maybe not?
What would make our paths different with each lifetime that went on?
I told my brokenness that…
… to mask the pain and hurt.
I told my soul… you didn’t care. You never did. And that’s okay.
I told myself I wished you well… and that was the truth.
I told myself to turn away.
I told myself whatever I could.
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