You promised you will always be there,
You promised you'd lift up my hand.
I reached up, my hands grasped air.
I stepped, tripped over a rock.
I tumbled back, rivers of crimson red filled the road.
Into the distance, the silence of the stars...
you weren't there.
Then afterwards, I learned to pull myself up
I learned that it was okay.
Or was it really?
Was it okay that I allowed myself to become disheveled?
Was it okay I became an empty old glove on the roadside?
Sometimes when I'm alone, I still reach and grasp.
Reaching and grasping for something that wasn't there.
I waited so long; but maybe now it's finally time to let go.
when you show up again, I would push you away.
When you come, I would slowly walk away.
I want you to feel, to experience everything..
everything like the hell you've given me.
Then maybe, a small part of me would feel alright again.
Out of the darkness, I heard a small voice pushing through my head:
Honey, you can't fix your broken self by breaking someone else
So then after, I picked myself up. I turned my gaze away from you.
Fate was right. No matter how much you've hurt me, I can't turn back and do unto you the same.
I hated that I wasn't able to make you feel this remorse. I hated that you were a devil in disguise.
It's okay
After all, the world is an ocean, and one day, you might drown in its depths.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryI lunged for a teddy bear, hurtled it across the room, crying and laughing like a lunatic. When your whole world is destroyed, you would want to destroy other galaxies. You want to tear them apart, hear the explosions that relieve you of pain.
