too busy feeling sorry for myself
to listen to them,
my pain hurts others in unforgivable ways,
when can I stop fighting this battle?
coz that's when I can stop fighting them

their trust and love
I don't deserve.
this battle isn't theirs,
its mine

I need to do what's right,
one touch and it's all gone.
then I can stop hiding,
stop fighting
against them.
breathe one last breath
they'll cry for a day,
but realise its all for the best

things will be easier
for them, not just me.
the war I'm fighting- over
I admit defeat

i'm sorry

like sorry can cut it

The amount of messages
I compose and then delete
would almost make you wonder
if I was just talking to myself.

Fight Like It's Over
Fight Like Your Losses
Will Always Be Your Wins

Forgive Yourself
For The Pain
Do Not Refrain
Instead
You Fight Like It's Over

Solemnly Swear That You
Will Make This
Worth While
So Fight Like It's Over

That.
That destroyed me. Destroyed myself at the core. Who she was, all she wanted, what she loved. Changed 10-fold.

stop thinking
about how rays of light
always seemed to
meet his eyes and
made them
gleam a golden amber
that reminded
you of honey

forget that his voice
dropped from his lips
like honey too

imagine how it was
before his presence
made you feel like
you were water
changing state

let go of feeling
his hand painting
your body
turning it into
art

remember yourself
crumbling under his grip
and the way he didnt even look down
when pieces of you littered
the floor

remember how much
she looks like you
before you were a collection
of broken promises

These days are over
These days are gone
When you made me feel like I was the one
These days are over
These days are done
When one touch made me feel numb
These days are over
These days are torn apart
When your smile stole my heart
These days are over
These days are dark
When your eyes were a piece of art
These days are over
These days are lost
When our footsteps and love crossed
It was wonderful until we paid the cost