I am weak

Let’s have a talk.

A conversation about us,

Or what is left thereof.

The words are choking me right up,

My thoughts are full of doubt.

I should have done this long ago,

Yet here I am.

I didn’t have the courage to let you go,

And to this day, I won’t.

Let’s have a talk.

Please do something for me.

Upon the end of this encounter,

Turn your back on me.

Start walking and don’t look back.

Don’t message me again.

Don’t linger on this talk.

I need you far away from me,

As far as you can go.

Because if you come back,

I’ll have no choice but take you home.

Not meant to be

It’s probably better to feel less,

You spare a headache that way.

You go on about your merry life,

Forget there’s someone else.

A commodity you need,

A way to fill the void.

You long for the touch,

But not for the soul.

The distance is good,

It helps with reality.

The reality that you are not his,

And he, well he is who knows?

A means for pleasure that you cannot keep.

When the moment is up,

You pack up and leave.

You do not object and do,

Just like you are supposed to.

Growing pains

Mind in the clouds, restless thoughts

I think about what if.

What if I never left,

Would our fates seize to exist?

I gather all my strength to admit a simple truth,

I am not quite who I wish to prove.

I stumbled a lot,

I even fell.

Although I got back up,

My scars show quite well.

They show a story of one who dreamed,

That the world was just what she believed.

She believed in fairytales and happily every afters,

The cynic once told her, it might not even happen.

She went ahead to see for herself.

A lesson learned, a tale to tell.