Past

The Lines

What lies against the wall
is that of the
present, the
future,
and our worries
of both.
Let's stop
and think about none
but the third option.

Secrecy unfolded
the creases of the paper
I once touched with ink.
Words of
hope
commitment
and somewhat that of
love.
Questions dotted
with a mark
but I smile and ignore
never forget.
These turn to haunt me
at our peak of
happiness where it
rises with the sun.
Somehow life
reveals within
these creases
my doubts
that reside in frowns
turning down
commitment
hope
and of all
that somewhat of love.
You tore me from the page
after seeing
through my eyes
but you misunderstood
the picture that lies
within.
We see that beautiful
sunrise, the clouds
lining with hope
from yourself
but I turn my back
and seek the shade.
The decisions I made
don't think I don't
regret
because seeing the aftermath
after all has faded
lets me re-evaluate doubt
and seeing me without
what you had to offer.
Pain
used to seep through the cracks
of the concrete walls
of my heart
and my hope falls
from the steepest heights.
I chose not to
remember
because it hurts.
You flirted with the other side
heard the thunder
loved what it had to offer
and now I cry
as you're buried six feet under.
I miss you
and you
and you
who left me
but never left me either.
Moving on
is of the question
that dots
this crumpled page
making me question the
decisions I've made
and I know that feeling
of being degraded.
I know.
But me
I've seen redemption.
Myself
gathering the puzzle
pieces of hope
soggy and marred
piecing back a faded
puzzle that will determine
the future.
We still have a chance
to make up for the
unforgiven.
Stop being livid
let go of the anger
that's given
and repiece my puzzle.
I'll do the same
and we both can claim
what we fixed
sorting out
what's in the mix.
From first to last
never forgetting the past
drastic changes or not
chances are not shot.
Babydoll.

xoxo