We had a perfect ending,
And I admit now I was a little in love,
With how different you were,
I wanted to heal you,
I thought this is what women were meant to do for men they cared about,
I thought healing you would do good for me,
Because if you were happy how could I not be ?
So I dedicated myself to showing you the light,
And it was nothing,
For every part of you I mended,
I lost a part of myself,
It took years out of me to stop you hurting,
While I was trying to save you,
I missed out on everything,
Life passed me by,
What seemed like a good thing to do,
Left me torn apart,
You never stopped me because you couldn't be the one to heal yourself,
You didn't want to end it,
Because you loved how I breathed for you,
How I lived for you,
How I bled for you,
But you were not the only one who was hurting,
I was weak and you knew it,
As I lost myself inside of you I realized we called it love when it really wasn't,
I had to get away,
I had to ascend out of the cycle you had me in,
I needed to find myself again and heal,
I had to fill the gaps in my memory of who I used to be,
I needed to go because you were sucking the life out of me,
It was never meant to be like this,
This was never supposed to burn me alive,
For days I stayed thinking I could never hurt you,
But that's the small price I had to pay to be whole again,
And I'd pay it again if I had to.
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...
