darkenedsilence:because

armsfilledwithregret
you sit.
hands empty.
yet weighed
with hurt and pain
i positioned upon your soul.
tears well in corner
of what was once our smile,
drip to the pout of my lip
and
only
you
taste
the salted bitterness
of my frailities.
despairingly.
i stand
hands void
of solace and comfort.
the brown of your eyes
shade hues of blue.
torrential rain
from clouds
disguised as
pupils
fall
stream
flood
down tip top
of cheeks
that house the secrets
in our laughter.
we sit
counting
the seconds
between
lightening
and thunder.
back to back.
our breaths
our doubt
our hurt
fill the
dark
silent
chasm
moonlighting
as
my waning arms
reaching toward you,
in an apologetic embrace.