Moving On

I found myself singing along to a song that said everything I've ever wanted to tell her and then i had an epiphany in realizing it really doesnt matter cause she fucked up, not me

I drive by your house,

slowly singing a tune,

that every time I hear,

it reminds me of you,

lost in the song,

and as I turn my head,

to see your bedroom's lit up,

something inside me,

has just given up,

I've finally realized,

we'll never be the same,

so I might spend tonight,

alone in my room,

bleeding mascara,

and breathing poison,

but by the time tomorrow comes,

I will have risen from the floor,

back to my feet,

managed to put on a smile,

and realize it's no longer fake.

Reviews

[qaralynn]

great peom!! love it