Closure.

I told you that there was nothing more to say,
I was I, you were you,
And with a nod, we went our own ways;
No regrets, no tears.
We were seperate entities and
That was okay.

Missing you more every day
Breathing
Difficult
Make it okay for me to forget
Why my naive lungs
Want to turn to ash.

I saw you in the park and you were with her,
And we smiled at each other like friends will.
You introduced me, told me you were hers.
She was nice enough,
All smiling, but no fun,
But I could forgive you that
Blatent error.

Knotting the bedcovers late at night
In the
Darkness
And screaming out
With no sound...
Just blood and tears
And suffocation.

I told you the truth about me once,
And it sounded like a poem.
But poems are for the intelligent and the brave,
So there are no rhymes here.
Just a mish-mash of words that
Make no real sense,
And a funny line structure that
Represents all the shattered
Pieces of my being.

I am alone and out of touch,
I held on a bit too much.
I envy the birds in the trees
And the cold, north-western breeze,
And the tide that ebbs and flows,
The opposite of my fucking sorrows.






I know it's not pretty or inspirational. But the truth very rarely is.