He Sits

His broken heart and broken mind...I hold them even though I don't want to.

There he sits with an open and wounded heart, wishing he could be someone else. I was ignorant to it when I was younger, but now I see the humanity. In the shows he watches and the way he talks I can tell he longs for something more beyond the four walls of his room. He lays and dreams, and he knows that’s all he can do. He’s a pitiful sight, and sometimes I feel like I’m only making it harder.

“I’m doing my work,” I say, and I know he only wants the time. He just wants me to listen to his heart, its beating and breaking.

I just don’t have the time to hear it. I’m too busy with my own life to be concerned with an old soul. He messed up a few things, he knows, but he tries to be happy. I can never know if he really feels alone or what goes inside that strange mind. The things he says speak of the wishes he’ll never see, and I sometimes wish I could give them to him. Sometimes I don’t know if I love him, but at other times I feel I do, in my own way.

Maybe I just grew accustomed to his presence and his lost hope, I’ll never know. He’s annoying at times, but he always listens to my own concerns when he wishes I could listen to his. He’s always there, my statue, sitting and waiting for something good. I wish I could be something good for him, but sometimes, I just don’t think I’m worthy. Sometimes, all we can do is wish.

So, I’ll give him a family and I’ll give him some kind of hope. I’ll give him a reason to live and I’ll give him something to look forward to. I’ll smile, and he’ll smile even though our hearts have different beats and different ways of breaking. I’ll be his home, and his hope, so he’ll never be alone again.

And still he sits with an open and wounded heart.

Author's Note

I got inspiration for this watching my mother's boyfriend John. This is for him. I think I'm truly beginning to understand who he is, and I think I'm beginning to love him even more. Of course, you can interprit this however you want. It's everyone's story.

Reviews

[EliLies]

To Juliana -
the slashes appear in the middle of contractions automatically.

Really, really good, Marisa.

[Elana Juli Royson]

Why do you slash the middle of your contractions? Another question, Is John the one that lives with you? Anyway, good write.