The Last Time

I lost you once before
way before I lost myself
We lived on false hope
but gave it up all the same
But what of this dark future now?
It's difficult to believe anything could happen

I won't pretend
I gave up on this many years ago
When I fall apart
it will be for the last time

I found myself in pieces
on the stairs where I rested
I raised my weary head
and found that you had left
But what of you now?
It's hard to believe you were once beside me

I won't pretend
I gave up on caring many years ago
When I will give in
it will be for the last time

What else do I have left to throw away?

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

You have a lot left... I have felt this way before. I can't stop my mind from going back to lost love; it happens despite all of the intricate little things that I try to do to ignore it. Like ghosts are our lost loves, lingering around us always and showing their faces in the most unexpected and startling places.

This had a somber feel, but there is hope as well. "When I will give in (which I think should just be "When I give in")/it will be for the last time" says to me that the next love will be the last love; the one that matters most. Then again, this could be a metaphor for something bigger and completely different from human connection...an addiction of sorts. Still, readers choose their own roads.

I like this one, my friend. Well done.

[chaotic katie]

very relateable piece, i enjoyed reading

[minnie:)]

Once again, a poem many people can relate to. The emotion inside your poems always makes me want to cry, but they're always so good!!
~Minnie

[Graveyardfuck]

I like this piece, but it's very depressing.
I feel like I can relate on a level but I'm just a child, right?

[Cursed]

I felt connected to this. Very touching.