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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