I still remember that time
I picture it so clearly
I still remember our song
When I was your one and only

I still remember how it felt
I held you so firmly
I still remember our letters
When you loved me so dearly

I know that he still misses her;
I see it in his eyes;
The girl he met so long ago
That made him feel alive.
I can tell he sometimes thinks of her,
I shouldn't be surprised,
She's younger, more carefree than me;
She yearns him in her eyes.
I know he sometimes misses her, she was desperate to be held;
Why would he not want her still?
She was in under his spell.
But can he not look deeper
And see her hidden scars;
Her need to please him all the time
Was bruising her own heart.
Maybe soon he'll understand
Why it could never last,
And love like that is too extreme;
Its why she's in the past.
I'm here right now, in front of him,
This love will always last,
But I know that he still misses
The old me from the past.

Heather Lea

Spent the last 5 years
Forgetting
To make a therapist appointment
Self diagnosed myself
A couple times over
Muted myself
With medication
And YouTube recommendations
I put off
Writing a love letter
To my best friend
Sigh
To what could have been

Still
I’m happy

Not all the time
Of course
But,
Enough.

Can i write only when my soul is hurt?
Why does words come to me only when I am tierd?
My anger, my pain, my distress,
Its easier to pen down these feelings
But my happiness never makes it out to the world
Why is it hard to find a synonym for happiness?
Someday, Please make me capable
to write down my joy
which I can look back at
years later and feel glad again.

i'll never find a better sleep,

than one in which the sun,

denies to bring your eyes up.

i'll squander in wonder,

where they ever went.

i wait for light to die down,

the kind that made me squint.

promise i could never keep.

i still hear your soul scream.

burned too bright to see,

tiny stars that would sing.