Maybe if I don’t look at you,
I’ll stop feeling the way that I do.
Maybe if I slowly wean off of our calls
And texts,
I’ll finally move on and disconnect.
Hoping this time I’ll forget,
Maybe this time I’ll reject,
All the memories of us,
as they begin to reenact.
Wishing for time to take me back.
To redirect me to a different path.
One that blocks the butterflies you
gave me each time you made me laugh.
One that disables each moment that made me love you more and more.
A time where I never answered “sure”
when you asked to walked me to my door.
Maybe..if I don’t talk to you,
It will prevent me from being so damn broken.
Now you text “Hey it’s been a minute, we haven’t spoken”..
But proceed with caution because I once let you in...when my door was barely open.
About the Creator
Marina Marley
I am a mom. I am a poet, and singer-song writer. I own my own small dog business called Barks Fur Walks. If you want to know more about me and my experiences, life, you are welcome to by reading my work. Thank you for the support 💜
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