I’ve seen how fast
A life can pass
Yet I’m too tired for life’s dance
Too worried about the egos
of the worlds cast
And too stressed to pick up the trash of my own little worlds past

Forgot I was driving, lost inside the flow,
Rain blurs the glass, lights painting below.
At the red, yellow, green — a pulse of panic,
Everyone’s moving straight, part of traffic.

But straight ahead I drift, a part of what I know,
Eyes on the road, following where others go.
Then in a blink — caught between fear and dare,
I slip the wheel left, cutting through the air.

Heart pounding loud, beating in new ways.
No signs to guide, no one to chase.
Just an unknown road, a new path to race.

I tried forgetting what your smile did for years
Reminiscing about a past time has left me stained
More like a stomach ache, rather than tears
When I meet people now I feel emotionally restrained

I reach for something I can’t replace
Locked in a place my heart insists
Still chasing the shape of a vanished face,
I’m in love with someone who no longer exist

I’m ready to give up
Ten years passed
Time’s been rough
First on me
Then on us
Lost the lust
Lost the love
Broke the trust
Hated myself
For what I’d do
Long before
I hurt you too
Drowned in bottles
Swallowed blame
Cracked the mirror
Spoke my name
Looked in deep
Saw the cost
Traced the lines
Of what I’d lost
Emptied the glass
Faced the dust
Buried the pain
Because I must
I’m not done
I’ve bled enough
There’s no life
Without love

They say I smile a little more,
That I don’t drag my feet like I did before.
I sleep through nights I used to fight,
No weight of wrong to make things right.

I left before the final storm,
I knew you’d be waiting with a pistol drawn.
No slammed door, no screaming scene —
Just walked away from what we’d been.

You loved the me that stayed in line,
Not the man in me I tried to find.
You saw me cracking but stuck to your ways —
Just glad it wasn’t your pain to face.

Now I ain’t saying that there was no cost,
Some things you leave still feel like loss.
But peace ain’t loud — it just shows up slow,
And I’ve been better since I let you go.

They argue in threads they barely read,
Just dopamine and capslocked tweets.
No questions asked, no space to try —
PEOPLE READ, NOT TO UNDERSTAND BUT TO REPLY.

The sun comes out loud, like it owns the whole day,
It shines like it’s sure I’ll be okay.
It burns through the curtains, expects me to move —
Like light means life, and I’ve got something to prove.

But the moon doesn’t ask me to rise or perform,
It waits without judgment, calm and warm.
It shows up in the silence, when the world shuts up —
And reminds me that just being here is enough.

There’s peace in the dark when the day is done —
I feel more at home with the moon than the sun.