Proved Me Wrong
The thought of the impossible
The idea of such happiness
The very action that fills the voids of my heart
Is this real?
If all I’ve ever felt was
Pain
Betrayal
Hurt
Lonlyness
The idea
The action
The feeling
makes slim to no sense
The crushed heart that I behold
Why do you wish to mend it?
Is it my beauty?
Is it my smile?
Is it my body?
No
You’ve displayed a sense of hope in a place where hope no longer existed
The laughs we cherish under the cold wet bench under the dimmed light post
The meeting of our eyes under the clouded night sky
With the dimming stars shining down on us
you’ve proven me wrong
Pain is proven to have no presence in the actions you show me
Hurt is no longer felt in the depths of my stomach that you wrap your very arms around
Loneliness is just a temporary feeling until you come home to me in the warm bed we share
You’ve proven me wrong
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