Why do I believe in what you're not?
Why am I holding on to a life I should be letting go?
I suppose it's all about belief.
Maybe belief,
Maybe denial,
Maybe it's hope.
30 Second Elevator Talk:
I didn't want you to leave.
And I'm still angry with the way that you did it.
But I'm happy that you did.
And I'm proud of what you've done.
I'm happy that you're happy.
And I wish I wasn't still so full of holes and cracks,
so I could be there to see how strong you've grown.
Just know that these holes and cracks I'm holding onto are for you,
and I'm filling them with beautiful plants and flowers to make myself strong.
I think we were lovers in a past life.
That's why I can't get you out of my mind.
Why I feel this tether in my core perpetually tugging me toward the coastline.
2 sentences.
Or 2 statements of being
Or 2 questions
And a scrambled 30 second elevator talk
Being tattooed on a soul
means more than a skeleton key tattooed on a hide.
No comments:
Post a Comment