Everyday, I take two little steps forward
steps going away from you
as I slowly pick up the pieces
that once belonged to you.
Everyday, I try to unlove you
to make myself believe again
that everything will all get better
if I love myself harder.
Everyday, I stop hoping
that one day you’ll realise
what we’ve lost is something
we once both wished we have.
But every night, I weep
as I close my eyes to sleep..
realising all that’s been left
is still here in my heart held kept.
