September

I’m not sure what I feel. It’s a middle area between anger and sadness

All I can think is "I can do it, aw man, I wish I had this."

Distancing myself from so many people, because nothing seems to go right

Not only did you give up on me, but I gave up my fight.

It’s like an aching feeling, when you have a bad and terrible cold.

It’s like when you keep reaching and stretching and yearning, but without anything to hold.

It’s like I try to keep my head up, and it’s all going to be alright

It’s like knowing nothing will be the same and it’s “time” instead of “flight”.

Some days I get bitter, like chocolate without the sweet

It’s like my life has no meaning, like a hamburger without the meat.

Weekends are the worst part, because there was always something to do.

No I don’t have anything, I just sit in my room, missing good ole, stupid you.

Some days I really just hate you, and think of all the things I should have said.

But really I am alright, and I’m glad we ended it, so I can work on me instead.

I don’t feel like my heart is really broken, it’s instead, all but gone.

It’s like no matter what I do, that I love, it always seems, almost… wrong.

Other days’ I can carry myself, and I’m happy to be without any care

I pretend that I’m okay and that I don’t wish you were there.

I’m stuck between this place of finding another you, and being single

I’m really not sure which is better, to be alone or to forever and eternally mingle.

My life didn’t go to my liking. My plans were not made out like I thought.

Instead they have changed over and over, and I feel like I was bought.

Today I feel alone and bitter and I honestly feel remote

That’s what inspired this heavily written and empty note.

Feel free to toss it aside, like I feel you tossed my kindness and my heart

I didn’t realize that breaking up with you, was really not mine, but your specific art.

Keep on going, I’ll try to ignore seeing you again,

I don’t know why I think we can still be nothing but these awkward friends.

Maybe after I’ve found myself, and I can really just stand up tall

That’s what the whole point of an ending is, to rise up every time we fall.