Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)

I Don't Know how To Move On

I don't know how to move on,
Without seeing your face on this broken road.
Knowing our love is gone,
And time sees to have slowed.

As my tears falls,
The only comfort in my room's white walls.
Walking like I'm haunted in these empty halls,
It's your name that echoes and calls.

Piercing through my skin,
Straight into my heart.
The perfect wicked sin,
That tears us apart.

I know I'm supposed to let go,
Telling you a firm no.
But how am I supposed to let you know?
When it's not like me to say the final word and take a bow?

You curse me because I don't stay,
They were right calling me a runaway.
Because in my own mind I'm lost,
You left me and our paradise turned into frost.

I'm usually the forgiving one,
But this time it's me who needs to be gone.
I just want to bury this and numb myself,
I guess everyone for themself.

Trying to seduce me and make me love you again,
I guess you forgot and that's why I decided to let this love die in vain.
What's a little sunlight without it's rain?
All I can think about is the pain.

Maybe I'm just high maintenance,
I don't want a love with too high pay for the finance.
I just wanted someone consistent,
But I happen to always get someone distant.

Don't get me wrong,
I appreciate the effort you put for our love.
But now or never it's our final song,
Hope flying away in my mind like a dove.

I'll love you until the end of time,
But you taught me well, darling.
I don't want a piece of your heart or a dime,
All the time wishing I was your starling.

Call me selfish all you want,
You should've listened to your uncle or aunt.
Maybe someday I'll forgive you again,
Maybe someday I'll learn to love without sounding insane.

I guess you forgot when I told you about the rumour,
Or maybe you're just a late bloomer.
I'm sweet but also loco,
You were my psycho.

Perhaps you don't event feel it,
You're just a bad habit I thought I couldn't quit.
But you know I'm strong,
I just don't like getting comfortable or stay for long.

The stories about how we were meant to be,
Are twistedly perfect lies.
I think I finally understood and found me.
Hopefully this is the last line without whys.