I can’t believe I’m writing about you again
Let this be the last and the end of it
It all started when you called me your “special friend”
I should’ve known back then
I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear
The voices in my head were never wrong
But I was with it, into it
And this might not be the end of my life
But it sure feels like I’m burning alive
Your worst mistake was thinking I’d be here
My worst mistake was hoping you’d be there
We were living in a fantasy
Two souls separated, yet connected
So good, so true, it felt like ecstasy
My favorite time to cry is in the traffic lines
When it’s cold and gray almost feels like home
And foggy, I get lost in the bliss
All the memories that refuse to let me roam
I won’t carry this weight much longer
Let the rain wash and cleanse my soul
The fire you lit now turns into embers
Fading slow, as I regain myself and control
I'll find my peace in the spaces between
The chaos, the stillness, the unseen
This time, I'll rise without a hand to hold
You were never meant to be my fold
This isn’t an ending, just a beginning
Of me, finally breathing, finally living
So here’s to you, one last love letter
One last love letter to close the door
To all the dreams I won’t dream anymore
I’ll leave this letter where it belongs
In the past, with all its broken songs
And with this final letter, I’ll sever the tie
To the memories that taught me how to say goodbye.
- Author: magzzbaby ( Offline)
- Published: September 4th, 2024 15:47
- Comment from author about the poem: Closing cycles can be very difficult but it's also a fresh start.
- Category: Love
- Views: 10
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