I wish I could stop holding on
to wishing I had let you go...

The air we breathe feeds poison into my lungs,
tainting my blood and cursing my heart...

I ran from the noise
of you slamming the door behind you...

I said never again
would I write a poem about you...

I wonder if you know
that the reason I hold on, is you...

The sky at night leaves me contemplating
why no one could ever protect her...

Out of all the people
I have ever tried to lock away...

People come and people go,
looking through you now I realise...

I will never forget the night
that I didn't answer my phone...

I know I still have a long journey ahead,
longer than the span of the Earth...

How do you describe
an addictive release...

I've waited so long
to pull out my razor again...