A thousand kinds of hurt
watching you cry
weep
held my stay
til I could bear no more
Despite what they say
what I had known (that day, when I had placed my hand onto your heart)
the truth that I had openly dismissed
simply didn't match my intent
honestly
I've no regrets
leaving you behind
though a deep sadness burdens
weighs upon my shoulders
how could it not?
I loved your heart;
the smile that radiated beauty from within
I reluctantly had to admit
that I could never provide what you required most from me
you fought back
as I knew that you would
'tis your nature
warrior that you are
never a quitter made
from the cloth of the Irish
Your voice held the strength of a lion
all of the while
your heart shattered in my hands
A thousand kinds of hurt
knowing those tears were for me
One day you'll happen upon it
a better man
a loving, true heart
one who will steal you away
from this haunting past of yours
Paper machette hearts aren't for you
words with no action
remain meaningless
that which would serve no purpose
eventually falls away
privately, I expedited the process,
desiring to spare your heart any further grief
You never knew
how difficult it was
to remain in the shadows
helping
when I myself loved you
wanting
desiring
all along
Yet I knew
realized
that this was not my life
it was yours
and because of the love that I held in stay
the hurt that I had inflicted
I stood
turned around
and directed you through circumstance
To he
the Shepherd
and it is in he
that you shall be truly free
forgetting all that was us
He'll take your hand,
you his name
I will know a thousand kinds of hurt
in this however
I can live
knowing that you are loved
in a way
that I could not.
Be incredible, live your life to its fullest. Know what you know
and celebrate loved ones.
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
