• Let Go

    by  • September 10, 2010 • Fear, Letting Go, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    I can’t let you go.

    All of my innocence will leave when I do
    All of my fantasies and made up dreams
    Will disappear, when you are emptied from me
    The child inside of me will turn into piles of wrinkles
    And stone cold concrete that created this city
    And that childhood story,
    The one you wrote for me…
    Will be but a lost.
    Meaningless.
    Unreal.
    Memory

    Just like me.
    Just like I am to you.

    There is no phase that I am going through
    No depression, or bad day, or infection
    No black out, breakdown, or impression
    It’s just who I am
    This is who I am

    I am.
    Alone.

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