I heard people say love makes you, no good. but never believed maybe I should. Loving you was like filling a *** with a hole at its bottom. I became the leaf and you become autumn. But now the pain evaporated and my eyes are open. confusion and all illusions are broken. now I know how to walk the right direction. for all my mistakes I have a way to correction. Soon this struggle will give me wings to fly. with a smile, all my tears will dry and from now on I will never cry.
I saw your name again in an old file and I was told to dispose of it.
I couldn't help but feel so empowered and yet oh so very vulnerable; I'm a soft clam inside a hard shell, but every time I think of this past you, you've already pried me open and prodded at my fleshy underbelly, my most private spaces.
I was given the control to take away another memory of you from a place, we used to inhabit together and as much as I should've enjoyed that, it only made me sad.
it's that time of night, I guess welcome ladies, gents, and cool kids to sad boi hours