Moved On
A little poem I wrote at the airport
I know this is going to sound silly
But coming back fills me with dread
I’d still be whatever she tells me to be
It seems such a shame to cut the ties
I’m scared of what she will do to me
She somehow got things in her head
No matter what I do I will always be
The wicked witch in her eyes
How many times do we have to say sorry
We know the romance is truly dead
Even if I changed myself just to be
Her perfect little lies
I guess it’s just so easy to dump and flee
The dark distant times that lies ahead
I want it face-to-face so she can see
The closure she constantly denies
Why couldn’t I just keep it all to myself
Things would have been so much easier
Thirty days and thirty nights of tears
That will never reach you
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire. Visited 20+ countries. I've written a couple of poetry books and also published a dystopian novel called Game of Mass Destruction and a horror novella called Heavenly Seas.
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