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I must keep moving.
Head down , legs pushing.
Head up, stand tall.
Ignited is my soul.
I want to yell, to let it all out.
Every muscle tightens.
Head down, KEEP GOING.
If you want it so **** bad , go and get it.
Eyes finally awake from a three year slumber.
Head up, it's OKAY to fall.
It's okay to get hit.
It'll hurt now , but maybe not tomorrow , or next week.
Head down , GET OFF THE **** GROUND.
Unless you like the view from down there , but who the hell would ?!
It doesn't have to be right away.
Head up, don't fall back.
You were meant to fly.
So why're you sitting, stuck on the runway.
I can't deny that I miss you.
Or that I wake up every day at four In the morning, hoping to see you next to me.
But, I know that's not how it is anymore.
It hurts.
I keep telling myself " oh she doesn't care."
But, I know that's not the truth.
You were just doing what's best for you, I can't get mad at that.
I have to do the same.
one day got to get me out of here
for I want to be there
not beside myself
but over there by my dreams

one day I want to be me.

P@ul.
True story ***.
Sitting at this train park realizing it's one of the only places I remember down here.
There's new paint on everything, and it doesn't look the same.
It was all wore down the last time I was here.
But that's whats beautiful when something gets ruined, it can come back as something better.
You just have to put in the work.
I love those buildings.  
Driving 35 northbound.
Happiness I've found.
I accept my mistakes.
That I was still in love with her for the longest time.
That I chose my friends and the drugs over you, and left you home alone all those nights.
That my feelings for you were like waves on the shore, always coming and going.  
That I thought I had wanted someone else, and left that night.
I accept that I made the choice to come home, instead of trying to work things out with you.

I accept that there might not ever be another chance for us in the future.
I accept that I took your love for me granted.
That I pushed you over the edge.
All the promises that lay shattered on the ground.

I accept that I have to let you go.
That the magicians wand has worn out.
That I was too late, and there's nothing more I can do.
Things will get better.
Hell, the Cubs just won the World Series.
It just takes time.
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