All the years and nights you cried
for me and over me.
Now it’s my turn, and these tears boy they pour they pour out like the waterfalls of Hilo. The waterfalls that we never swam under. #triggershy
All those years and I felt nothing…as you cried.
Like the pouring rain crashing on a sustainable rainforest roof, collecting water. My buckets are empty and I’m crying and I guess we could say you’re finally getting through to me, through to me alone.