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.