I said, "It didn't matter."
But it mattered 'cause I cared.
It was like a relapse.
Like rewind and we're back to square one
Where you were just a face among faces.
In seas of furrowed brows and darting eyes.
Of shaking hands and panicked breathing.
I guess it's accurate to say that this sinking feeling that I feel is the "didn't matter" digging holes in my stomach where my peace used to be.
Slowly, piece by piece I fade into the past.
A relapse.
Just the same exactly as 795 days before.
With my pen to page
My tears to face
And my eyes closed waiting for the shit to end.
I fade into the past
A relapse.
Cause "it didn't matter" and "whatever" are digging graves for my peace of mind.
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Old Things & New Beginnings
ŞiirA story of hearts. A story of love yet fingers not quite intertwined. A story of fear. Of doubt And all the little things in between. Just a little project I thought I'd try.. Telling a story through the art of poetry. Copyright © 2017...
