The trees are all bent,
The wind is howling over,
The storm is yet to come,
But the damage is already done.
I offer you peace but you give me conflict,
I bleed my heart out, but yours is running dry,
The battle cry hasn’t been given yet,
But your guard is already up.
The soldiers are ready,
The Cavalry is on guard,
The war hasn’t started yet,
But the bloodshed is already done.
Darling, I never meant to start a war.
But now I’m going to end it.
Today I mourn,
All the things that I lost.
Things that never belonged to me in the first place.
I’ll list it in no particular order,
So here it goes.
And a happily ever-after.
Of all the things I lost and
The ones that left me feeling like a ghost,
You come a close second.
But if I’m being honest, I miss myself the most.
If love is a battlefield, darling
Then, I’m already dead.
You thought we could be friends
After all that we’ve been through.
But I need to survive,
So how could I ever betray myself and befriend you?
To be chosen
Is the greatest gift
And yet we don’t choose ourselves
What you’re holding on to is long gone. All that remains is the skeleton of what you once loved.
Please bury it.
Meal for one, memories of two,
Relentless thoughts and a longing for you.
Grief my constant is weighing me down,
I smile and laugh, but I wear a thorny crown.
Standing on the shore I wave you goodbye,
The ship has been wrecked and so have I.
I think it’s time to go.
I leave behind memories and love, but I hope I have taken away all the sadness.
Don’t let the pain blind you, don’t let it change you. Let it gently lead you to the path you were always meant to walk.
I have loved you from a distance, I have loved you from close. And now I must learn to love you from wherever I am going. Or perhaps, not love you at all.
It’s time to go.
We don’t just bury the dead.
Sometimes those alive are laid to rest too,
In ways that we never thought we would.
Some days we bury their thoughts,
Unbearably beautiful, warm hands that kept yours safe.
Other days we bury their photos,
Unable, unwilling to delete them.
On others we dig deep holes and drop their words,
Their love and smile always follows.
Some days we bury our lives spent together,
But on most days, we quietly bury ourselves.