sometimes

Sometimes feelings leave bruises.

Sometimes direction means moving.

Sometimes what you're resenting

is the emptiness inside of

what you still calling living.

Sometimes bruises have meaning.

Sometimes loving means leaving.

Sometimes what you're missing

Is the one that made you whole

and kept your heart beating.

Sometimes having means losing.

Sometimes leaving isn’t choosing.

Sometimes what you leave behind

are the bruises and their feelings

Sometimes feeling means bruising.