I deleted all the songs
That serve as a reminder
Of you and what we were.
Half my playlist is gone,
It’s time to finally move on.
I won’t let this hold me back.
“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.” – Kahlil Gibran
I deleted all the songs
That serve as a reminder
Of you and what we were.
Half my playlist is gone,
It’s time to finally move on.
I won’t let this hold me back.
I’m sick of hurting,
Tired of distracting
Myself from the pain.
I let my heart bleed out,
Not caring for first aid,
I don’t want to try anymore.
I can’t deal with the constant
Fight against my own thoughts,
I just want to escape it all.
I’m Indifferent about making it,
So sorry for letting anyone down,
And sorry for letting myself down.
You made me feel safe,
In a chaotic world.
I treated you like family,
You were my home.
When you fell apart and left,
Something inside me broke.
I held on to you tightly,
With all my might.
Eventually I realized I was
Holding on to a hot coal.
I had waited for months,
Until it was too painful to bear.
What does it take
To taste happiness
Once again?
Every time I get there,
It lasts for a heartbeat,
And I’m left wanting more.
I’m fighting an invisible
Battle that few can see,
Much less understand.
I’m drowning in my
Well-hidden secrets,
Do they even know me?
Am I really myself or am I
Simply a mirror image
Of what they want to see?
Am I losing my sense of self,
In all their expectations?
Would they love me as I am?
I would have stayed,
If only you let me.
June, I couldn’t believe it
July, I held on to hope
August, still holding on
September, furious with you
October, hated you
November, missing you
December, missing you still
January, missing you more
What saddens me
Is that a part of me
Would still welcome
You with open arms.
Give my heart
Back to me,
I’m lifeless
Without it.
I wore the jacket
You bought me,
Back when I was
Your everything.
I’m not sure if
I needed warmth
From the cold,
Or your warmth.
And since you
Won’t say sorry,
I’ll say it to myself.