it’s hard to move forward
when you’re still here
collecting dust
it’s hard to move forward
when you’re still here
collecting dust
hey, it’s me
not Hannah, but you get the idea —
maybe this is the only way
that you’ll listen
there’s no cassettes
because we both know
writing has always been my outlet
so you’ll have to take your time
and read each line
and imagine me
saying this out loud:
“You are the reason why
I’m not okay anymore
and I’ve lost all sense
of who I used to be.
So the next time
you roleplay as Hannah,
I think you should look back
and remember
all the tears I’ve wept,
for you and me,
and everything in between,
and how you
didn’t shed a single drop
in return for me.”
who is really dead here,
after all?
my throat feels raw
from swallowing all these stones
that are helping me
build up this wall inside
one day it won’t be so bad
and I won’t settle for capsizing
or letting water fill my lungs
and I won’t sit and debate
if they’re half full or half empty
just to give myself time
to meet you at the bottom
right where you’re waiting for me
I swear, one day
I won’t let myself
drown and sink
just to anchor myself where you are
you’ve been telling me
you still have the key
that unlocked the doors
to our home and my heart
but I’m changing the locks
and you aren’t welcome
in my heart
or my head
anymore
they were there
from the very beginning
and instead of running away
I ran to you
and into your arms
embraced by your coat of red flags
that I thought
was fashionable and trendy
but it turns out
it was never my style
to be so toxic and vibrant
at the same time
this has been eating me alive
remembering too many things at once
that leave me second guessing
so I’m counting on my fingers
all the times you said you loved me
but left me alone to rot
to remind myself
that decaying in solitude
will always be better
than bleeding oceans for you
drowning always felt
so much better
when you were there to sink too
but i’ve known for a long time
that my lungs were meant for more
than suffocating with you
do you remember
feeling scared
but we held each other close
and said it wouldn’t be forever
and the streams of red
never seemed to stop flowing
but we said,
“maybe next time”
and other bullshit things
to make ourselves feel numb
you were small
and deserved nothing but love
but my love was trapped
and out of reach
so i left you to the wayside
with a lot of other parts of me
i once loved
holding on has seemed
a lot like pulling teeth
or scraping my knees
over and over
on the pavement
and I’m stubborn, I know
and I’m not good
at letting things go
but this is me saying
I’m finally letting go
for me
i’ve cut out my tongue
and sewn my lips shut
in fear i’ll say too much
or not enough at all
so my fingers do all the talking
as they run through my hair
and pick away slowly
at all of my imperfections
I spilled my guts
all over your favorite shirt
but instead of cleaning up the mess
you threw it away
and said that you were looking
for a new style to wear
if I cried you a river
would you stay there
and continue to fish
for the happiness you seek
cause I’d drown
just to keep your ship afloat
I keep whispering things to my pillows
Because I know they’ll never tell
But they hold my secrets close
And haunt me in my sleep
it’s hard when you don’t remember
familiar smiles and faces
and places we used to go
it’s hard when you don’t remember
any memories we’ve shared together
it’s hard when you don’t remember
my name or my face
or me, at all
I was wilting
so you started searching
for new vibrant flowers.
the ivory hidden ‘neath the open flesh
gleams only rarely now
it stays trapped in its fiery cage
unless demanded to shine
I keep trying
to grow more petals
but you keep
picking them off
before they can grow
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