I trust you with my faith

With my life

I trust that you know best

I trust that you see the things I don’t

The bigger picture

I pray for good days and good memories

I pray for lessons and challenges

But I don’t pray for trauma

I don’t pray for a broken heart

I don’t pray to be stopped on the street by creeps

I don’t pray for prying hands or and stolen touches

I don’t pray to have the same bad thin...

He wouldn’t let me cry

He didn’t like it

Made him uncomfortable

Those were the times I really wanted to

And now that he is gone

It’s like I don’t have anything else to cry about

Other than him

The memories

Its like my tears are tied to them

But now that I have left

I won’t let him have my tears

I’ll scream his name into my pillow

I’ll swear to the dark night sky

I’ll let them threaten the edges ...