POETRY THAT STAYS

Goodbye To You.

I wrote this not for you;

I wrote this for myself.

I wrote this not because I want you back,

rather I wrote this to give way to our ending.

It has been months since we've decided

to go back from the start—

strangers again.

Let me be honest for once;

since that day,

I've tried to find ways

just to escape my loneliest days,

just to learn that the afternoons

will never be the same anymore,

and just to accept

that we can't be like the way we were before.

When the sun decides to take its rest,

here comes my companion;

the darkness.

But I'm still thankful for it can suppress

the tears within my eyes,

and my real emptiness.

I wrote this not for you;

I wrote this for myself.

When the night embraces

my whole soul with its bare arms,

I can feel the coldness

that sends shivers down my spine.

Thoughts of you keep on recurring;

so tell me,

how can I stop myself from thinking?

When I close my eyes and try to sleep,

all I see is your smiles that I want to keep.

How can I stop myself from loving you?

Tell me the ways;

tell me what I should do.

Tell me how to stop my heart from breaking.

Tell me that I must stop now.

Give me the answers to all my "hows."

I wrote this not for you;

I wrote this for myself.

I wrote this to set free

this deepest pain within me.

I will put the "period" on our story;

no more commas,

no more question marks.

Time to set each other apart.