They come into your life, appear out of nowhere.
they become a part of your life, a routine, an everyday thing.
they use you, gain their needs,
and move to someone else.
it breaks you, kills you.
Well, what can we say,
you are just a sentence in their book, but they are your book.
people come and go,
that's life,
But,
Some people go, and leave scars, the ones that don't heal for long. the ones that remind you every single day, how it used to be.
how was it back then?
and it also reminds,
how it is gone, long time gone.
how you were forced and pushed,
into starting from a blank page,' when it was not the time,
it brings back every memory,
of every second,
of every minute,
you start realizing, how much it meant and at that moment how you never thought,
that the promised forever,
was such a short time.
It's tough, it breaks you, it kills you, but everybody expects things from you, things you cannot be expected to do.
in the great end,
with all the bruises and scars,
you are left broken, dead, and cold.
but somebody still
expects you to breathe.
YOU ARE READING
The lost art of Words.
Poesia"But none of these options were in my story, A story which dried up my heart from hope" What does it take to live with a vision full of words. what is it like to be knotted up in your own dreams? POETRY ALERT!!
