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Sienna Oct 2018
sometimes I find myself
looking down
thinking of the past

I look through photos
of when things were okay
of when he still loved me.

I try and understand why things ended this way
why he felt they had to end at all
I think I understand

but then I wonder why I wasn't worth it
the nights he said he had faith in us
I believed him, what changed?

he doesn't talk to me anymore
it makes me sad
but I hope he still thinks of me
It's been 6 weeks now. I can't help but hope that some part of him still loves me. He said he loved me the last time we talked. But how do you treat someone you love this way? I don't understand, but I hope one day that I do.
Sienna Oct 2018
When you left
I could see
That what I kept
Was not to keep

A broken bond
was what you made
I was so fond
and yet I paid

For all the nights
you said you would
It was not right
“Can” is not “should”

So yes you left
And I was afraid
But a bond of theft
Isn’t one where I gain

I will not devote
Myself to his cause
So I said “end-quote”
This isn’t a pause

My life does not stop
Because he’s not here
I will not drop
And I have no fear

So I move on
Myself in check
He is now gone
No more Russian roulette
I wrote this so soon after it was over. I try to tell myself it's better this way. I don't know if I believe it.
Sienna Oct 2018
A flower does not fall when the rain comes
No,
It grows taller than ever before
Sienna Oct 2018
The sun does not hide
And the moon does not cry
As the Earth spins

For they do not belong in the same sky all their lives
They are just too special to be seen as one

So they let each other go
In hopes that someday
She would allow them to meet once more

But only after they realized
That they did not need one another to be special
They did that all on their own
I hope we meet again one day. If not in this life, maybe in another.

— The End —