for the broken hearted
rain
grow
blossom
you must need back story
my name is francesca alliene petrino
my soul has longed
for love and music
and all
that i receive
is heartbreak and silence
it stings like a thousand needles
through my skin
as your name
exits my lips
-the memory of you is worse than any shot
and all of the sudden
i feel really really small
and i hear lots of sounds
and im drowning
in the deep sea
of my surroundings
i have had this feeling
since i was so little
-i must not be the only one
this is my biggest risk
you are holding me
who i am
everything i have felt
i risk the ways you will interpret me
criticize and assume my past
which is stained into these very pages
you are holding me
take care of me
-or close the damn book
even after months
i can still feel you pulling me closer
and playing with my hair
as you laugh and tell me
how deeply in love you are
-they lied
when they said
i would eventually forget
my mother told me i was unhappy
and i begged myself not to let go
holding onto the days
i used to gush to her
about your kind heart
and then i cried to her
as the same heart
kicked me to the curb
i miss you
not at night
as i look at the stars
or when i am lonely
but in the middle of the day
when my mind grows tired
and i forget
that i am working
on never thinking of you again
the less you think of him
the more you will forget
-i keep telling myself
i dont remember
but then all of a sudden
someone reminds me of you
and i realize i still know all those poems
like the back of my hand
so many girls
have wondered too often
what they do so wrong
to deserve a boy
leaving them with a dying garden
and no rain clouds
you need to love someone new
to show me
that there is no guilt
in starting over
-you go first
weeping willow tree
where shall i be
laying beneath
the cradle of your leaves
protected from all
with your love
weeping willow tree
where shall i be
-i miss the willow tree
that used to live
down the street
i am sorry to say
that sometimes it is the ones who are closest
who end up hurting us the most
by never being as close
as we think they are
-our illusions
of who we think they are
kills us
you do not know
what you are looking for
why come to me
and chase me
when you dont
even know who you are
-please just leave me on my own
