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A Escape

My First Poem

You no longer need me.

A wave of realization, a deep scar, a unforgettable truth.


None of it can or will be erased.

Imprinted in my mind for centuries to come.


Could I ever go back to times of true bliss and tranquillity?

I used to hold you in my arms, simply for the warmth and protection that you offered me. 


You were my first true love, and now you have become my last.


Sometimes I look back on the 

endless memories,

everlasting smiles,

and I know if I could go back to any time.


Perhaps it would be the past.

Mistake after mistake, which if I had the option I would erase it.


One look, a war raged inside of this tattered heart of mine.


Should I run back to you?

Or should I flee like the coward I am?


Like enemies, both sides of my heart fought relentlessly. There was no winner.


Only bloodshed.

Feelings morphed into words on a paper, 

And those words turned into a revolution.


You have loved me. 

And I couldn't even love myself.


All I could simply say is that I love you. 

That love, it was true. 


I know and realize now that you no longer need me.


I will still wish for the best for you.


Always.

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