Dip drop. My tears hit the floor. To many to count and more than I can afford. I'm always saying I will be strong and I won't cry but this past year has really changed my life. Explaining the story is one thing, understanding is a different field. I would like to think that I have a good grasp on my problems but in reality life moves like an ocean. Sometimes you can ride the waves, other times you get drowned by sorrow and despair in the pit of the ocean's’ depth.
Crying has never been my thing till recently. I have watched so many people leave and never look back, that it feels like my heart is going to crack. Not just this but I have learned that love is not pure as the saying goings. Love can be painful and cruel even if it is the thing that keeps me going. It's more so words and action than love itself, because oh how cruel humans actions can be. We never truly think because we speak.
The pain of the words from another is why I write this now. For someone I love dear has thrown me down. Not by actions, oh no, but by words that lingers in my heart like a ghost. I try not to cry but the pain cuts deep and before I know it my eyes are a sea.