Our story ended
It change the following chapters
But for one moment,
Just a second
I wanted to close the book and burn it
Let the fire burn the words you wrote.
Get rid of the marks you left
The things I reread
The things I delete
Are they just memory's?
Am I rembering the right moments or is it just how I wished it played out.
Change the way we went apart
I do not give fault to me
A selfish depict to not write "nor you"
You wrote those words that are engraved in my story
You changed the outcome
Yet I belive if we met another time
Where you matured anough to not leave marks on other, where you cannot find the place to leave them on yourself
I could trust you again
A lie I tell myself
Hate yourself more then you love me
...but don't be surprised when I start to hate you too
No I didn't love myself near as much as I loved you
Maybe if I had been strong enough I would have left sooner
But the mark, like cuffs on my legs, holding me back.
I put on those cuffs for you
You used me in ways where the only thing you had to gain was nothing
Was it worth it?
Are you happier now?
YOU ARE READING
One last time... only this time everything went right
PoetryI met you so long ago, we were toxic, like chemicals that threaten to spill and cause my skin to melt. The wound already healed and you already forgotten, but one dream might awaken the thought I never thought to bring back. Is this the image I like...
