You know I'm good at letting people go
I'd fight for you and I'd cry, but I was here before
It's kind of empty, the space is suffocating, I choke
But I've been here before, I've been here I know
I'm seeking comfort on those horoscope sites
I'm letting everything pass me by
But healing is slow, it's like hitting a wall
And you're imprisoned by your own mind
I read Eliot's eyes that last I saw in tears
It's my affliction too, I shall not be
And the words set the rhythm for my blood
At all times, at all costs.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
You know I'm good at letting people go
I'd fight for you and I'd cry, but I was here before
It's kind of empty, the space is suffocating, I choke
But I've been here before, I've been here I know
I'm seeking comfort on those horoscope sites
I'm letting everything pass me by
But healing is slow, it's like hitting a wall
And you're imprisoned by your own mind
I read Eliot's eyes that last I saw in tears
It's my affliction too, I shall not be
And the words set the rhythm for my blood
At all times, at all costs.
It's just a little something I wrote, wouldn't call it a poem though, maybe lyrics for a song, I have something in mind..