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inside my head is a door everything we’ve been through good and bad is behind that door when i’m missing you i walk through this door reliving every moment of pain, laughter, love, and heartbreak i’ve tried to ignore the parts that are ugly even run from them just so you can stay a little longer but i cannot run forever my heart is becoming heavy tired of holding in all this pain as we strive to fix our broken pieces each day takes a toll mentally and physically as we keep relentlessly ripping off a bandaid from a wound hope simply cannot heal anymore over and over we try yet fail to succeed the pain must end and with that so do we i shall cherish our memories forever the old you never forgotten my friend i’ll miss making memories with you and the joyful, free spirit you were to me i’ll miss your call but even those late nights dancing in parked cars were all too good to be reality as much as it pains me i don’t want to walk away from this door hell i didn’t think i’d ever have to but i can’t love you like this anymore suffocating in this room the pain we created has become toxic slowly i can feel it killing me urging to escape you must feel it too because here you are handing me the lock and key to our door
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
our door
inside my head is a door everything we’ve been through good and bad is behind that door when i’m missing you i walk through this door reliving every moment of pain, laughter, love, and heartbreak i’ve tried to ignore the parts that are ugly even run from them just so you can stay a little longer but i cannot run forever my heart is becoming heavy tired of holding in all this pain as we strive to fix our broken pieces each day takes a toll mentally and physically as we keep relentlessly ripping off a bandaid from a wound hope simply cannot heal anymore over and over we try yet fail to succeed the pain must end and with that so do we i shall cherish our memories forever the old you never forgotten my friend i’ll miss making memories with you and the joyful, free spirit you were to me i’ll miss your call but even those late nights dancing in parked cars were all too good to be reality as much as it pains me i don’t want to walk away from this door hell i didn’t think i’d ever have to but i can’t love you like this anymore suffocating in this room the pain we created has become toxic slowly i can feel it killing me urging to escape you must feel it too because here you are handing me the lock and key to our door
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21/youngstown, oh
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
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