For all the years I lived
I watch people leave
Leaving because of boredom, unplanned commitments, scared feelings
I watch
I did not stop them walk out of my life
We were strangers
You can say that strangers with memories
But to you I'm trying
I'm not watching anymore
I'm trying to not let you walk out the door
No
Perhaps, I'm trying to not let myself walk out of the door
Because actually, I am more afraid of myself leaving than you leaving me
Because when I leave, the memories will haunt me
Because you will not really leave me
I will see you in everything I do
And I will remember the memories
That's the hard , sad and painful part
I will remember the memories
- eris'
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Scintilla
Poetrysomething you might want to read when you're too drunk in love you don't remember what being sober feels like