I’ve held on till it hurts, and then I held on till it bled. I’m to the point of letting go, because I’m only with you in my head.
I wish I could tell you goodbye face to face, I wish I could tell you I love you one last time. Yet most of all I wish, I wish I could stop wishing you were mine.
There never was a chance, never should have been an option. Yet here I find myself debating if there is some concoction to make this all work itself out... And that’s the reality I have to face. The one I can’t seem to understand.
There is no concoction, there is no door. There is only a glass window, no opening to the store. I can window shop all I like, but I can’t afford to pay the price.
Loving you would cost my purpose, keeping you would cost my life.
If I could cut out the memories, if I could put them to the very back of my mind. Still there would be some way that you’d creep back inside.
Sadly, life isn’t that easy, and technology not as advanced. So here I am trying to forget you, and it seems I do not have a chance.
I know deep down that one day I’ll forget you, that the memories will once again slowly fade away. I just have to keep reminding myself, that this is the price that must be paid.
We wouldn’t have worked either way, now that I put my feelings aside. You are too much of a child, and I’m too much of a ride.
So I’ll pray for you once more, and it likely will not be the last. Pray until I forget you, when God helps me give up the past.
Freeverse-ish poetry, aren’t broken hearts the best?