Apart from the person that I want to become.
Apart from all the things that’s dragging me down.
Apart from all the little words of sweet sweet lies.
Apart from the sudden happiness that ended badly.
Apart from the ridiculous thoughts running around in full spirit.
Apart from the terror of the unsafe nights.
Apart from the surge of the angry waters reclaiming theirs land.
Apart from the untold feeling of being held with love.
Apart from the trauma that caged your freedom.
Apart from the pool of tears you’ve hidden behind the smile.
Apart from the well wishes, that never happened.
Apart from the pastel colour that has been drenched in black.
Apart from the I love you’s that has been wasted.
Apart from all the hello’s then bitter goodbyes.
A part of me I want to know, but probably never will.
Let me breathe.
For a second.
Oct. 30 1:50 am
