Now that I think about it,
You weren't that great
You were there for me
But presence doesn't mean much
You comforted me
But hollow promises hold no value
None of this was as bad
As when you distanced yourself
You stopped putting in the effort
So I tried twice as hard
You walked away, not looking back
As I drowned and gasped for air
The crazy part is
The air in my lungs changed me
My vision got blurry
But everything was more clear
A realization appeared
You were no longer there-
I could finally come up and breathe in
The air.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
Now that I think about it,
You weren't that great
You were there for me
But presence doesn't mean much
You comforted me
But hollow promises hold no value
None of this was as bad
As when you distanced yourself
You stopped putting in the effort
So I tried twice as hard
You walked away, not looking back
As I drowned and gasped for air
The crazy part is
The air in my lungs changed me
My vision got blurry
But everything was more clear
A realization appeared
You were no longer there-
I could finally come up and breathe in
The air.
I feel good but all the recent stuff I've written has a morbid feel to it...
