why can't I let go
why am I sentenced to relive
the times we had together
our happy moments are a double edged sword
we built it together only for it to stab me for eternity
you've long ago let the sword go
And are seeing beauty in other things now
so why is my hand still glued to it
stabbing myself
Punishing myself
For all the laughs we shared
For all the quiet moments just you and I
I wanna let go
the sword
the punishment
the fear of the consequences of a shared laughter
it will happen again
my wounds are wide open
and it will happen again
good moments will punish me
they'll turn into double edged swords
the moment they leave
so many
so sharp
they'll kill me,
even if I escape this one
they'll kill me
YOU ARE READING
My unsent poems
PoetryPoems that have a destination but will forever stay in my drawer
