Braking

This is me

Moving on.

 

With a smile on my face, and

Running awa-

 

Running?

 

Yeah

 

Why?

 

I can’t deal with the feeling of knowing that

I’ll never be good enough.

 

But you were happy there,

With him.

 

If I don’t leave now,

I never will.

I mean,

It’s not even like we were ever together.

That’s the stupid thing.

 

I don’t get it. What’s the problem then?

 

The problem is

I loved someone who doesn’t love me back.

I waited for someone who would never wait for me.

My heart broke-

 

…brakes…

 

Still braking.

Still braking.

 

 

 

Still…

 

…Braking.

Author's Note

This was meant to be a conversation between me and my conscience, but I don't know if that really came across. It's the only thing that sums everything up at the moment so, comments would be appreciated :)

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

Oh i love this. Love conversations in poems anyway, but i love the way the second voice is questioning, but then they speak together, because that's the only thing that can really be said! So sad, but very good!