It's hard to know where
to start from being lost,
from being thrown and left
by someone you'd never thought
of leaving you behind—
someone who promised you
thay they will be the moon
during your darkest hours,
that they will be your wall
when yours is crashing down,
yet they've become a ghost
haunting you down at night.
I don't know how and
which path to follow, but
if this means finding myself
by letting you go, then it's
time for me to find my value.
I may be alone in the start
of my journey, but I'm sure
I'll meet people along the way.
It hurts to depart from your
direction that was once ours, but
I have to begin again without you.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PoetryTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
