to hear the words, “i was scared” fall from your lips was all the closure i thought i needed. but i have my answers now, and i don’t feel much better. maybe i feel worse. closure is a ******* hoax. my mind can’t leave something behind if it doesn’t make sense to me, and no explanation will ever make this make sense. there will always be more questions, more questions, more questions… i’ll live with the weight of it until they become background noise, like the videos i fall asleep to until i know they’re there but i can’t hear what they’re asking or what it all means anymore. but the thought that you couldn’t love someone who would have died for you god, i wish that thought could leave me the way that you did.
We're still working on everything. Everyday is a new journey and whether I'm making progress really depends on how each journey goes. I think they've gone well so far. I don't know. I don't know about a lot of things.
I'm learning but it's all taking its time to set in. So please forgive me. I'm trying my best.
Trying to move forward. Trying to get better. Trying to feel happier. I'm still working on everything.
A little bit of music goes well with some writing.
in just 30 mins i hear her voice see her face touch her hands the heat of her embrace yet I feel nothing we can now properly talk like normal people and the best part of it is i feel relieved because I am now sure that the woman I'm with right now is the one that I want to be for the rest of my life.
3 years since I made the poetry 40 minutes. Now I am sure that I already moved on from her.
I know your pain, I know your sorrow… I know your hurt, I’m gone tomorrow… I done you wrong, This I understand. I hope you’re strong, With another man… Please hold his hand, Let him treat you right… Make him kiss you, Till he holds you tight. I wish you well, Farewell to tell.
You never needed my love to know… the mental obsessions I fought for so long? This is the beginning of patient art letting you go…
Closure (noun) finality, a letting go, a complete acceptance of what occurred
But can you ever really let such a thing go? If it inspired such emotion that it brushed your very core— If you loved it, hated it so much that an it-sized hole was left in your life— How does one just "find closure"?
And even if you managed to wipe your mind of it, to bid farewell to your demons, to sever your ties to it What makes you think it will ever release you?
In conclusion Closure: (noun) a myth
Day 5 of @angelealowes poetry prompts: closure is a myth