Saturday sunset – none of the tickings of the clocks is loud enough when all I can hear is the sound of our heartbeats. Your hand on mine while our minds are dancing, there is nothing I can do to contradict this burden of imagining you walking out right through that door. There is no more frightening than saying promises I am not sure I could ever keep.
You told me your past, how you grew so fast - yet you seem out of pace. My body is taking liquor, but I am afraid that bitterness is not enough to emphasize how we were so ruined yet managed to keep the mess out of our way.
How is it that you have suddenly become a stranger? Your thoughts used to be mine until they were not anymore. But how could I ever find a way to pull us back to the shore?
I cannot leave you, but maybe I must. If there is a way to save us from drowning too soon, I will do it so we do not have to suffer and scrutinize every little detail we never went through. Stepping on shards of glass was never as painful as the fact that we can never avoid endings. I lost you too soon.
I wish I had the time to re-decide, but if I did, I would go back to you. I will leave my bags and not push through, but something about it does not make it right. We are in a cycle of forgiveness, begging, and hopelessness - it is something you need to lose. The truth is we are over, I am a hypocrite to wish you the best, but this is the best for me and you.
But you... you never taught me how to let go. I cannot just let you go. I cannot give up your ghost.
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The Brain is Never at Rest
PoetryHi. This is a collection of the pieces I wrote for the past years. If some of these sounded or looked familiar, it's because I've posted them in another account I used to go by. Thank you for taking the time to read my work! I hope you'll have a fu...
