Sometimes, I forget.
Sometimes I forget love
Sometimes I forget confidence
Sometimes I forget how to not be alone
Sometimes, I forget.
I forget life,
I stop feeling alive
I forget that alone is not in isolation,
But still, I can't. Find. You.
And it's scary to think that I'm on the brink of losing myself once again.
For where would I be, if I am not me,
I am lost, with no direction.
But I know,
This is where I have to be.
I know,
Love will return.
you have to believe that love will return.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
Sometimes, I forget.
Sometimes I forget love
Sometimes I forget confidence
Sometimes I forget how to not be alone
Sometimes, I forget.
I forget life,
I stop feeling alive
I forget that alone is not in isolation,
But still, I can't. Find. You.
And it's scary to think that I'm on the brink of losing myself once again.
For where would I be, if I am not me,
I am lost, with no direction.
But I know,
This is where I have to be.
I know,
Love will return.
you have to believe that love will return.
Breathe in, Breathe out.
The disorganized nature of this poem is meant to reflect the disorganization of my thoughts at the moment. I didn't know what to think or what to write, so my thoughts came out in an erratic fashion.
Also, the "you" that I'm meant to find is myself; the loving, lively part of myself.
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