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I can't talk about you without my voice catching in the back of my throat Almost like your hand is reaching up through me, pulling my voice back to you I've found it's not any easier to stay silent, The memories are too strong and being alone doesn't make sense anymore But then come the bad times and the loud fights And I'm thanking god I'm alone Thank god I'm only responsible for myself now, for my own happiness Thank god my decisions only go as far as me, and not as far as you Because being your world imploded mine I lost myself and hated myself and became someone I said I wouldn't be Since we've been apart, I've started smoking again But I've also started doing yoga and drinking tea I'm learning the ins and outs of me again And losing myself in the beds of other men Somehow, it's there I find myself In between the **** me harder" and the "oh my God baby" Who I am has never been clearer. I am strong. I am powerful. And I am my own **** person. Who I am now, is better than I ever was.
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
It's Been Six Weeks.
I can't talk about you without my voice catching in the back of my throat Almost like your hand is reaching up through me, pulling my voice back to you I've found it's not any easier to stay silent, The memories are too strong and being alone doesn't make sense anymore But then come the bad times and the loud fights And I'm thanking god I'm alone Thank god I'm only responsible for myself now, for my own happiness Thank god my decisions only go as far as me, and not as far as you Because being your world imploded mine I lost myself and hated myself and became someone I said I wouldn't be Since we've been apart, I've started smoking again But I've also started doing yoga and drinking tea I'm learning the ins and outs of me again And losing myself in the beds of other men Somehow, it's there I find myself In between the **** me harder" and the "oh my God baby" Who I am has never been clearer. I am strong. I am powerful. And I am my own **** person. Who I am now, is better than I ever was.
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Charming, California.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
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