Moving forward is my constant struggle,
I learned I could love again, but there is a lot on my shoulders,
A lot to say, left over
(I am even learning to pray)
I wish you the best and I hope you are okay…
The Only Way to Go is Up (Or to Give Up)
Please put the bottle(s) down,
You are such a nervous wreck.
Knuckles so dry, they could cut ice on the break;
All I had, all I could do
Once upon the time, I knew you.
Every day is deemed a struggle, when you find yourself so far under.
(Considering) the well won’t hit rock bottom
Well, it’s rock solid.
The gravel falls with the travels you call nervous breakdowns;
I never meant to play you, but it was over before it even started.
Not enough in common to feel the voices calling,
And now, that I have found the one
You act like you have none…
Maybe you are better off without me,
(Always seemed to be).
We both have a lot of problems,
Still, I root for you to get better
(the stormy weather is near).
Silver linings will never provide us with the comfort we wanted to endear.
For, inside, instilled thoughts of fear recover,
In the hands of another who is fairly similar.
All that had broken out was ugly,
A side I launched aside, but I was not treated right.
The guilt floods my brain, my mind
Forgiveness is in vain (in my name),
but resentment is an easier price to pay
(it just did not feel right).
I am in search – rediscovery of the part of me
(The one which you stole)
To treat another in the way you truly want to be.
You fed me, made me this way,
I do not blame you (though),
For you opened my eyes to see,
I was a fool to selfishness.
I wished the glass wouldn’t shatter,
But in the end,
I need more than you can fathom.
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