The pain I hold back behind these eyes,
the weight of their reasoning.
I hold my head up high,
while the tears fall heavy upon the floor.
Each drop, holding onto memories that we used to share.
It blinds me at times,
but maybe I allow it to.
I still haven't forgotten,
I hold myself responsible for everything that I've done.
Maybe that's the reason I find it so hard to move on.
I gave you a reason to,
a reason to forget.
All you gave me were reasons
not to let go.. 💔
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How I Really Feel
PoetryShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
