The fire has burned out
And the embers are dying
There is nothing here
But you keep pouring oil
You keep trying to salvage dead flames
Its dead!
Don't try so hard
You are burning your flesh whilst frantically trying to hold onto the burned out charcoal
So pick up your pride and walk out the door
Its okay to let go, its best to leave sometimes
Because everyone you love won't deserve your love,
And you don't have to lower your standards
And don't stay thinking it won't get better
Because it will
I promise you it will
YOU ARE READING
To My Lovers
PoetryI hope you miss me everytime you see the moon And i hope every starry sky reminds you of me
