I want to escape, to run away
from memories of you
memories of us.
but at the same time,
I don't.
if I run away
I'll never get to see you again
hear your lame jokes
hear your distinct voice
ever again
even if it's just in my memories.
weird, huh?
how I'm willing to put myself
through this pain
just to catch a glimpse
of you?
strange, right?
how contradicting I sound
I hate the pain you caused me
but I love the joy you gave me.
caused. past tense.
gave. past tense.
you are now in the past tense.
so all I have of you
are just memories.
painful
bittersweet
haunting
memories.
memories that
I cant bear to let go of.
unfortunately,
the same cant be said for you.
for as I say this,
your fingers interlock with hers.
and all I can do
is just look.
look as the both of you
walk away.
all I can do
is just look.
look as you walk away
from my life.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments of A Soul
Poetry'I'm no longer a whole; just fragments of a soul. My life is no longer red or yellow or blue; all that's left is a greyish hue. But, my soul will be whole once again and my life will be filled with sunshine and rain. Till then, words will be my esc...
