Poems of Mine

my time

I am weak. I am caged. I can't breathe. I am suffocating.

I try my best to fake that I'm ok, but this is a task that gets harder every day.

Running from my feelings has always been the better option. It is safer than hurting you by telling you that I want to leave.
That I need to leave.

Yet, we have reached the point where I have to go and be on my own. To find myself without you.

I have lived so many years afraid that my future would never be enough to make up for your past.

But I am advancing towards the realization that I no longer have to be enough for you; the only way to live this life is to find ways to be enough for me.

Moving on doesn't mean that I don't love you.
Because I do.
It simply means that I love myself enough to know that this has to be the end of our journey.