I should delete you
Remove your contact
Erase our texts
Trash our pictures
Delete you from my life.
But that would mean I'm moving on,
That would mean I've given up
On the thought of you ever coming back,
On the thought of us ever working again.
And as much as I want to move on,
As much as I want to be free,
I can't let go.
There's something inside pulling me
To you, telling me not to let you go.
But you're already gone,
You've already let go,
You gave up,
You moved on.
And I wish so much I could too.
But every time I get close
Something draws me back to you,
And I fall all over again.
YOU ARE READING
Him
PoetryLove is a hard thing. Getting over the love you lost Is even harder. It was torture; But when I look back Years from now, I will smile because Although I thought I would never be okay, I will be.
