Maybe I needed you to leave me.
So, that I knew how it felt the hear your heart scream.
To feel so ripped at the edges,
So cold,
So bleak.
To be dying,
When you look fine.
To be touched by a fire so bright,
That it left you blinded,
Torn away from you,
Before you could even touch it.
To feel stuck in your mind,
Drowning in oceans of your memories.
Memories, you can never go back to.
And that thought alone keeps you awake on nights you wish to forget.
Maybe I needed to die,
Before I could truly learn to live.
YOU ARE READING
All For You.
Poetry*First Place Winner in Poetry - The Quill Awards* ❝All the tears, All the sleepless nights. All the 2 a.m. poetry, All the brilliant lights. All the second guessing, All the wrongs and rights. It is all for ...
