The days have been passing
And no mends have been made.
The ashes are still swirling through the air
From the last war we fought,
But it seems to me
The battles always end the same
They leave a devastation that I can no longer bear
So of course:
I'll always remember your smile
Your gentle touch
And the way your words
bandaged the wounds the world had given me
But its time for me to let this go
I've found someone who not only tends to my wounds
But fully heals them,
And protects me from any other pain
I'm safe now.
I wish you the best
But it's time to let go.

pour out your guts to me like a ***** sweaty poem on the sidewalk of a dark street in the ******* part of town

Nostalgia is a ***** *******
It tricks you.
The past was never as great as it now seems
The boy who broke your heart was not perfect.
He was self absorbed
And always tasted like his other girl.
The night you shared was not magical.
The grass was wet
and the air was humid.
The same brand of *****
Did not taste better last time
It still stung the same and made you gag.
The sun was no brighter
The grass just as green
Nostalgia has tricked you

It takes a lot for me to say this
Although I may
Not be better
I may not feel great
But I am alive
And I can also say
That today,
I am not going to **** myself
And that will have to be enough

How could you say you love me?
If you love someone, would you leave them in a time of need?
To simply self destruct?
You didn't love me
Never in the whole of your ******* life
Did you love me.

People often retrace their steps
To find something they've lost.
If their keys are missing,
They think back to the last time they had them.
And then they appear
Your keys are on the nightstand, where you left them last.
But how do I retrace the steps
to find my sanity
If I can't even remember the last time I had it?

"Please, Promise me you won't hurt yourself again"
Such an unfair things to ask
I see why you would
Because you don't understand
You just want me to be okay
But do not make me make a promise
You know I can't keep