The thing is,
You owe me
your time
and I owe myself
the time I wasted
on you.-
We are taught
to apologize
way too often
that "sorries"
are just innate responses
of our behaviours.-
I don't keep my feelings
locked inside me
anymore.
I let them roll
in my house.
The cupboards
guard Sadness,
and the floor
brushes Pain.
I hang my dreams
on the wall.
and those wilting pots
store my hopes.-
Part of me
that you took away,
I hope you open it
tear it apart,
and throw it away.
I no longer want to exist
in fragments I once
was too scared to lose.-
When you count apologies
as changed behaviour
or sorries
as an excuse to your lies.
I see healing
as a burden too.-
How do you read warning signs
painted in red,
when all your life,
you ran from empty black
inside your head.-
I recollect
every memory
every dream
just to still
hold on.
As wretched as it is,
I need my pain.-
Regrets are the
excuses
We tug so close to,
we forget
what living feels like.
(full piece in caption)-
Now that we're alone,
Love travels from my fingers
to my phone
where I type a message
and dont press send.
But, this love doesnt die
as I keep it alive
in Drafts.
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