"It's always that easy. The problem is, you don't want to bury it."*
Lock it away, seal the case,
never let it surface or touch your face,
a simple caress, a broken sigh,
it's about time you've said goodbye.
A memory pressed against my cheeks,
I haven't heard from him in weeks,
it throbs, it hurts, it makes me cry,
why won't this incessant feeling die?
Living, breathing, beating soul,
why must you hurt me so?
Please rid me of this tattered heart,
mend me, lest I fall apart.
Burn it, ban it, **** it now,
these feelings you must disavow,
with fragile lips you kiss farewell,
may these pains part ways from me in Hell.
Shout out to CR for the inspiration. I appreciate the talk we had.
(He's the one quoted at the top of the poem.)