Time For Me
Today I will leave
And without a fair trade.
I don't care if this hurts you.
It was your bed you made.
Love is a dynamic and changing emotion. Sometimes it grows and sometimes it fades. Moving on from a relationship or marriage, leaving behind a past love, or pursuing a new fling can be scary, uncertain, and difficult. However, the prospect of change and new experiences can also be exciting and a time for discovery. Focusing on the opportunities and experiences ahead rather than dwelling in past memories can help us to move forwards. Our lives are in flux in every experience and moment, and letting go, no matter how difficult, is an important part of that process.
Today I will leave
And without a fair trade.
I don't care if this hurts you.
It was your bed you made.
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Your name is just a name now.
Memories no longer rush back,
pouring through my body,
flooding my mind, drowning my
Let them miss you.
Let them wonder what wild joy you’re chasing,
why you didn’t think to invite them along.
Let them hear your laughter from afar,
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When you left,
I immediately deleted your number and pictures
and pulled our memories from the wall.
This is my strength.
When you cross my mind,
my stomach no longer crisscrosses itself.
When that song comes on,
I thought it was your light
that kept me,
that guided me,
but when you left and the darkness came,
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I miss you in silence
And every moment in between
But I’m a little busy unfolding
Those pieces of who I used to be
One has to find themself, I agree, and not be totally reliant on somebody. I know because I was never allowed to live freely; now my independence I treasure dearly.
The earth spins like a rolling ball.
Stars shine bright then fade away.
Darkness melts and turns to light.
The sunrise starts another day.
I don’t know
what healing
is meant
to look like,
I'm very fond of short, powerful, poems, and this is one for sure. Recovery can be the hardest thing we do, but it's always, always, worth it. Good write/read.
Moving on was
never meant to be easy.
It will hurt, it will be painful,
it will be exhausting,