let's rebuild ourselves,
pick up those broken pieces,
careful not to cut ourselves,
and
throw them out.
let's rebuild ourselves,
start at the beginning again,
start anew;
we aren't who we were before.
yes, it'll be hard
with no definite destination,
with no hands besides our own,
to forget everything that ever dragged us down,
held us back,
even if it once brought us highs,
to let go of what we've held close all these years,
to face the worst of us,
but just wait,
because we'll be dancing in the moonlight,
smiling with our twinkling eyes,
laughing with our free flying hearts.
because in the end,
it'll all be worth it.
• • •
it's no use trying to mend something shattered into a million pieces.
YOU ARE READING
to you
Poetryto you, my love • words and thoughts i could never say to you, now finally spoken through a splatter of words on a page. • • a collection of poems written from the view of someone who's fallen in love. • • • (lowercase intended) 26 in poetry - sept...
