I deleted the memories of you from my phone today,
I couldn't let myself look back at them and only remember the good,
When the bad scarred me deeper than anyone ever did before,
I did this for me,
And I felt a wave of fresh air rush over me,
This entire time I felt like I couldn't breathe without you,
When you were the bad air that intoxicated my lungs,
Altering my energy at every turn,
I needed this to find myself,
I'm brand new now,
I shed the used up skin that was you,
And now I feel like I'm seeing colour for the first time,
It doesn't hurt anymore,
I'm learning to recognize poisonous energy like yours quicker now,
I'm learning to know when it's time to let go now,
I'm learning that I'm so much more than the broken-hearted girl you left me as,
Everything is better now.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PoetryThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
