this is to moving on

(would like to point out that this piece and ”goodbye finally” are not from a real break up, relationship wise, but,  i was inspired. A series of events led to my writing these. I also had other things and people in my life i needed to say goodbye to and was hoping others felt the same way.)I got caught up in the idea of us, that i lost me.

I gave into the comfort you offered,

the familiarity you represent(ed) that i dreaded change.

You embodied all that i had come to know, and my memory’s full of you.

  So you became like an old couch,wrinkled, threadbare and musty.

yet i kept you around.

you became a permanent fixture i wasn’t ready to be rid of.

i treated you with care so you wouldn’t be ruined.

I gave you attention and time,

I nurtured, and i pampered to show you i cared.

But you see,

I was losing myself, loosing my identity.

I couldn’t remember a time we weren’t together.

A time when i was just me and content in knowing that.

A time where i took chances and opened myself up to new things.

Where i gave others a chance.

I’ve shed too many tears to last me a life time,

Suffered heart ache and now

”my hearts crippled by the vein i keep on closing”….

I’ve bled enough for you.

I know i said i’d

cry a thousand rivers,

and

will love you always

and

forever.

But you know what? I’m drowning and my hearts becoming too numb.

Love’s meant to heal, but all i feel is bruised and wounded.

It’s meant to be a work of art,

and I almost believed I had become a connoisseur, given the best to appraise,

but all i see now is a bleeding canvas.

It’s not a

picture of a thousand sunsets

and our

bed of roses

is past wilting, its made up of thorns.

I thought we made good music but all i hear is a broken record.

I’ve finally come out of my stupor,

and realized

we were always meant to say goodbye.

Everyone thought we were perfect,

but honey, perfects not enough to make us survive.

i guess this is me not trying to hurt you, but doing so all the same.

it pains me to see you this way and knowing i caused it.

But better now than later. Now we get out with scars only.

       Hush!!!, don’t say a word,

don’t try to change my mind, you deserve better…

and i definitely deserve the best.

So,                     am already gone,

this is me moving on.

By Sunesis.

 

 

 

 

 

  

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