I'm shit at comforting.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 25, 2017

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Today, I saw her precious heart break,
the tears falling, her soul starting to ache.

I felt like throwing up.

There's something about being helpless,
of not being able to take away a pain that's endless,

that makes my skin start to crawl.

My sister told me this is why she never loves,
whispered to me that it'll never be worth enough.

She said no matter what, you'll always come out worse.

I don't know what to think,
just that tonight, we'll be all about the drink.

It's been a while since I let myself loose.

Hugs and kisses, and soothing words,
through burning throats just come out slurred.

I'm a mess when it comes to comforting.

Please forgive me, I really did try.
I just get uneasy when all you do is cry.

What am I supposed to say to help?

I just know, 
if that's what breaking your heart looks like,
I'm not sure if I'm ready to sign up for this...love thing. 


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