escape
my self-control.
Tears
held for far too long
break
away, forming steady streams
down
my soft, pale cheeks.
While
I slowly collapse on the inside,
(emotions
getting the better of me yet again)
you
instantly cradle me within your arms,
holding
and healing me with your comfort.
Your
steady hand strokes my back
as
my salt-water sentiments soak
into
the fabric of your clean, green shirt, creating
splotchy
stains upon the chest pocket covering your heart.
I
don’t know how many times you’ve seen me cry.
I’ve
lost count, and there’s been many,
but
you still call me your own, won’t let me
free
from an embrace until I’ve quieted my qualms.
I
realize with each parting, I’ve left
a
little more of myself with you…
yet
relief comes with this revelation –
you
have become the glue that
holds
me together, and I trust you with the
fine
fragments you’ve so carefully collected.
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