I stared at you
That cold metallic barrel pointed at me
My eyes met yours
As empty threats left your lips
And I know I shouldn't have been scared
But somehow I just knew
We would both walk away
And even if we didn't
Maybe it was the relief
From the burden of being loved by you
Because your love
Weighted more than I could carry
It felt like hands around my throat
It sounded like fists against the wall
Words blaring like sharp knives
Maybe I was fine with either option
Loosing myself
To escape you
Or to talk away for once
With the upper hand
I guess it was a stalemate
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Where do I go from here?
PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
