poem about the falling out and moving on of a relationship. |
It's 3am and I can't sleep I'm over analyzing Everything You said Everything I could have said. It's all playing in my head Like credits rolling at the end of a movie. "The Movie Of Us" Uncut. Unedited. Unscripted. Myth: Two lovers Always end up together In the end. What happened here? Truth: Real life isn't like the movies. I can say I miss you, But I won't. I can't say I need you, Because I don't. All I can say is that I'm okay: I'm okay with you I'm okay with us. Do I shake this off? Pretend it never happened? Don't hold your breath While I decipher Whether I Hold onto you Or Finally after so long, Let it go. Because I miss the way You held my hand. I miss the way Your eyelashes Tickled my cheeks And I miss the feeling I felt when I Placed my head On your chest And listened To your steady heartbeat. I guess I will always Feel something for you 'Cause you were my first And I can't. I can't. I won't Keep confusing that For something That's not there anymore. The credits are done - This is the movie of us. It's what we were What we could have been What we'll never be. I'll clap with the audience Want an encore, Walk out the theatre. You can stop holding your breath Because I'm ready to Walk out, Move along. Because I'm ready To move on. |