maybe one day
i won't get so scared that
i might fall for you again
every time i see you
after so long.
maybe all i'll see in you
is the ghost of that love
that i've generously gave you;
all the feelings i had
buried six feet under;
and my love letters
left on the surface like a gravestone
with every beautiful word
i ever wrote for you engraved on it;
the last tangible proof
of what existed
and is long gone from the confines of my soul.
oh how i would mourn
for what i have lost,
oh how i would be stronger by then
to be able to see you again
without my longing,
to be able to smile
at the boy who murdered my heart.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
maybe one day
i won't get so scared that
i might fall for you again
every time i see you
after so long.
maybe all i'll see in you
is the ghost of that love
that i've generously gave you;
all the feelings i had
buried six feet under;
and my love letters
left on the surface like a gravestone
with every beautiful word
i ever wrote for you engraved on it;
the last tangible proof
of what existed
and is long gone from the confines of my soul.
oh how i would mourn
for what i have lost,
oh how i would be stronger by then
to be able to see you again
without my longing,
to be able to smile
at the boy who murdered my heart.
