Lifting up the match
I look down
At things to which I'm still attached
The bridge, the pages, holding my heartbreak, my mending, my pain
I'm trapped in this ever lasting loop
From the past, what is there to gain?
I tell myself that I can't miss you
I tell myself that I can't need you
I tell myself that I've moved on
But I know that it's all so wrong
I take a clear deep breath
And set down the box
Not today, I say
With a tear stained smile
I force myself to forget the past exists once again
Hoping that this time it remains gone
And yet we all know
That I'll be doing this once again
This isn't healthy
I walk away, laughing bitterly
I'm hurting them by keeping him this near
But I don't know what else to do, I've tried my dears...
YOU ARE READING
Little Light
PoetryHere is a small little book of poems, mostly dedicated to a certain person. :^) Edit: I don't know why the FUCK I entered this in the wattys tbh. Guess in bored
