I tell myself that I belong in the sunlight with all the beautiful things but I cannot outgrow my suffering.
I cannot hold love without destroying it piece by piece and I cannot deny the relief I feel when it goes.
I am nothing without my sorrow.
I am at home in the wreckage, I belong to the messes I've made.
I am at peace when memories fade and the ghosts return to their graves.
I am not someone to save because I have folded in my hands and have fallen to my knees.
Please understand there is no fight left in me.
I tell myself I belong in the sunlight with all the beautiful things, but I am not at home in the blooms of spring.
I am their loss, I belong to the wilting.
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Can I Say Goodbye?
PoetryI'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodby...
