Why did I arrange
your chair to face me,
your heart to face me
when I finally exhaled
that I love you?
That I know I must
stop myself,
that I can't keep
loving if it's
one-faced.
Why
Why
Why
Was that weak of me?
Strong of me?
To let you in?
To let myself out?
To open my heart
and the flood
that had been blocking
these flames?
Why
Why
Why
I am foolish
for thinking I can
officially, permanently
un-love you.
Look at you in the way
I did before.
Try to forget
all the storms you
were at my side for.
What is there
to be said
about a love
that still sees
even when I close
my eyes to you,
try to shield myself
from you entering
again...
-
Personal/ vomit.
Title inspired by the song "Let it all go" by Birdy and Rhodes.
