Somehow hope still lingers through my soul. Time has broken me in ways that i sometimes wonder how I'm still standing? But that little hope that keeps me sane ironically has a first and last name. Aint it pathetic how my sanity depends on the person who unintentionally keeps breaking me? Aint it pathetic how he is having the happiest days while im here patiently waiting for his comeback although i deep down know that day is not anywhere near this present. Pathetic little me right?
I’m sorry. The two words that I want to hear. But I want it to be sincere. For the longest time, Silence is how we communicate. We both know feelings are hard to articulate. When one starts to converse, It is inevitable not to argue. You aren’t found of sweet gestures. I accepted the fact a long time ago. I just want you to stay with me. Your existence is all I need. I appreciate silence that isn’t empty. As I am patiently waiting, The time comes but it’s already ticking. It stings when I’m sorry isn’t an apology. When it depicts goodbyes, And probably the last farewell.
All my poems were letters to you that I wish I could say, Hoping that by chance you would stumble upon my page and read them all someday. And then you would remember the girl who showed you how to love, Remember the girl that went way above and beyond.
But that never happened and now you’re all gone, The only memory you took with you is that I am strong.
A fresh stage is set and I'm stamping this day as the day I finally cleansed the clouds and crossed your name.
You've taken a fall from your pedestal and I see you now, with your domino on the ground, my fair-weather friend (that's a kind way to put it), my boiling point can't cook up a better fit. I've played your ruthless game for the longest stretch, I let a ******* decade slip through my fingers; and I've still lingered, for the sake of something I can't recall anymore. Your betrayals are the mindless hand to an hourglass and I'm counting the sand you spilled. No sea of apologies can wash away this wreck. I'm done with pointing fingers and holding daggers to your neck. I'll lay my shield and armour down, and walk you out.
A fresh stage is set and I'm stamping this day as the day I let your hand and my grudges go and asked your ghost to stay.