Just when I think,
Everything’s back to the way it was,
Here you are,
Reminding me,
It’s not.
Torturing me,
With my past,
Hurting me,
In my present,
And taunting me,
With the idea,
That it will never be the same.
Do you know,
What you’re doing to me,
What you’re making me think,
What you’re making me feel?
Do you know,
How much you hurt me,
Without even knowing it?
You’ll never know.
But please,
If you have any heart,
Please,
Just stop.
You can live in the past,
Just let me move on,
Live in my present,
And build my own future.
YOU ARE READING
Breath
شِعرbreath /breTH/ noun archaic the power of breathing; life. synonyms: life, life force