Poetry

How

No point in looking in the past

when looking back only hurts you

Hurt not only in the way of it being bad

but of the hurt in the way you  used to be happy.

Man this shit hurts.

Im shaking and crying

No point in trying

i feel like dying

No i am not depressed

No i am not heading back there

But i feel my heart talk to me in a way it hasnt before

How could you do this to me?

But then again you probably ask,

Why i dont give up on you

I can answer simply,

You are my heart and soul

Or i can answer more than that

You are the Sun in my dark nights

Your the moon that guides my soul on those lost days

The smile in my frown

The tear in my eye as you talk to me

Your my butterflies i wish were always there

Your my happiness i had to let go

You are so much i wish i could tell you

but your slipping from my fingers

I can no longer hold on

Love,

Where did we go wrong?

I lost my friend sadness

Who led me all the way here

I lost my friend Jealously who always cheered me on the way here.

Im losing myself

My family.

My love, my loss, my dignity

You wont come back.

I hurt you too much

Love,

i dont deserve you.

I lost your broken pieces.

I lost them long ago.

Love,

Stop holding onto me.

The more you let go the tighter my grip

So please...

At least forget about me.

If love can learn to hate

Then maybe i can cope with that..

Love...

I love you

-Masked C

Fighting with the heart does you no good. Because the heart never listens. You idiot. Just let me go and stop beating in my chest. . .