I keep moving,
telling myself it's only
a few more steps.
Watch the clock.
There is only
twenty minutes left.
Only twenty painful,
heartbroken minutes.
I have to sit and smile,
pretend I'm not holding back tears.
It's only one more class.
Then I only have to
survive my own thoughts.
Alone.
Only me.
It's only a break up.
It's not the end of the world.
It'll only hurt for a while.
Only until you learn to let go.
But I can't.
It's impossible.
Forget his smile?
The way he held me?
The way he smiled at me?
Everything we've been through?
Forget?
How could I?
It's impossible.
Because he is my
only.
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Musings of the Insane
PoesíaThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.
