The pen touches the page
And I am whisked away
To the inner emotions I never show
Instead of moving forward
I act like a giant coward
And lock them up deeper below
I've tried time and time again
To believe that we were always just friends
But I can't see you with someone else
My heart attacks my feeble mind
If it so much as tries to find
The courage to just let you be yourself
Our hearts were engulfed in my chaos
Causing suffering, denial, and loss
But it split our universe in pieces
Your distance from me might seem the same
But, to me, you're galaxies away
And no amount of patience can fix this
I brought this on myself
For trying to keep you safe
And now our love is strong
But useless, like this page
It's getting increasingly harder to try and accept the **** that's happened to me the last couple of months. But I'm hoping the closer I get to expressing it in my poetry, the closer I get to closing out that portion of my life.