with half of my heart

thebooknamedhenry:

I almost picture myself

Sitting on my porch

And out of the blue

You walk up

Not expecting me

To be outside already

You’d have apologetic eyes

As you try to explain everything

Tell me you’re sorry

Tell me you’re dying

Without me

And tell me

You’ll fix things

But then

I think to myself

That it won’t happen

You won’t do it

And I’ll never

Have you again