Moving on
Remember when I thought I was moving on and I was going to get married and then
I didn’t even struggle when he put the pillow over my face
And I couldn’t breathe, but I just kept crying
Accepted that my life was going to end
It felt like forever
And then for some reason he stopped
I still thought I was going to die if he snapped again
Moving on is more dangerous than I could even imagine
In this heartbreaking space where nothing is said
And I throw poems to the wind
Three thousand bottles in the ocean
Someone find them
I forgot how vast the ocean was
When I tossed them in
In this silent place
Where all I have is time
Waiting for Time
Fuck fate
It keeps knocking
And I don’t even know what it wants
When I tell them all I am trying my best
They almost always reply with yes
But those twisted Fates
They sneer
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