I Hope There's Love in Letting Go

4730 Natick Avenue

Learned how to lock the door; 
to fall asleep on the floor. 
Never quite learned 
how to tie the score. 

Would jump out the window. 
I've never before been so 
ready to go. Ready to go. 
Ready to go. 

You're all the stories I can't tell.  
I'd do anything to forget the hell that you housed. 
You're the name that I still can't say out loud. 

Taught myself to go days without eating. 
You hated me for ever needing. 
Hope this horror is only a fleeting feeling.   
But we keep meeting.  

I'd run home, but it's such a long way. 
Hard to hide when we share a hallway. 
I still want to believe they'll be a day 
you won't hurt me. 

You're all the stories I can't tell. 
I'd do anything to forget the hell that you housed. 
You're the name that I can't say out loud. 

But I keep finding your face in my sleep. 
And I don't talk to the pillow, I scream. 
You can't reach me, so why do I bleed? 
Think it's better I keep it concealed. 
But I keep hearing your voice on the TV. 
Can't find anyone who believes me. 
Moving on isn't all that easy 
when I'm still finding you in the pieces. 

You're all the stories I can't tell.
I'd do anything to forget the hell that you housed.
You're the name that I still can't say out loud.

Can't get it out, out, out.
Can't say you out, out loud. 

'4730 Natick Avenue' - 24/01/23.

This one felt cathartic to get out.