Ice cold

I used to wonder if you would be here in the morning, silly of me because you’re not even here right now. The sacrifices I’ve made go unnoticed. The flowers I had delivered to your job never made it home. I wonder why? You say I haven’t let go of my past, but now I’m contemplating on leaving you in my past. Our relationship is like a baby aborted too soon, so much potential. You probably would have kept our baby if you felt a heartbeat, but as cold as you are something as soft and warm as a heart was not found in that icebox you call a chest.

I Cry

When I think of you I cry. I cry tears of joy, not sorrow. Knowing that it will all be better tomorrow. The joy you bring me is unparallel by comparison. I have to tell myself that it’s ok to cry because I’ve held back the tears for so long forgetting that God counts every tear. No wonder you’re good at math, he sent me my very own mathematician. I cry because I’m happy, I cry because I’m free, I cry because he made you especially for me!