Poem: Be Loved

Holding on to the secret of wanting to let it all go.

Not hiding back, the fact that your heart is gone.

Trying hard to not let the tears fall down your face.

Realizing that the end is here, and you missed it all.

Love was raining down on you and now it is all gone.

You never know you are love until you stop loving.

By then it is too late to even try to care.

Then pain become the one thing you say you no longer need.

It becomes your friend, and it stays buried deep inside.

It holds your hand when you try to cry.

It lets the tears know that nobody cares.

It starts to go away once something new arrives.

Then once again you missed what it feels to be loved.

Poem: Hills of Time

Time is the enemy that we all have.

It is something that drives this life we live.

We try to run from it, but it always catches us.

That is why we this game is called life.

At some point the time will stop.

The darkness can no longer keep us safe.

The hill is only as tall as the mountain behind it.

The way to the top can also lead you to the bottom.

The wind will blow you one way.

It is up to us to figure out what to do with it.

One day could be today, and then tomorrow will never come.

This could be the end and all that is left to be done.

Poem: Run

The story of us, is one that we do not need.

It is one that we must see.

The healing of letting it go is for the best, but deep down we know it might be the worst.

The fight was hard, but we knew that from the start.

You walked towards me and I ran from you.

You beg me to stay, and I beg you to go.

Then you stayed and I stayed.

One day it was good, then running started again.

Suddenly, the table were turned, and I do not remember why.

It flipped so fast, that my breath never caught the air.

The door was open, and you did not run like me you did you walk.

You walk so I could see and know what was happening.

You left me in the light, you wanted me to see you leave.

The dark would have been to kind.

You knew that was my friend.

I could not ask you why, I just look at the dust settling where you once were.

The thing I ran from, become the thing I wanted to run to.

This time I could not run.

My legs did not move, my heart could not beat.

The story I wanted to see, became the one that needed not telling.

Poem: The Final Goodbye

If I were to drop dead right now, would you miss me?

I would not.

What is there to miss.

You do not like me now, and most importantly I do not like me.

I have no love, and I have none to give.

My time is not valuable, and lately I have not been feeling worthy.

I think it is best for me to go.

Do not cry.

It is not like you were going to do it anyway.

I will not be there to help you wipe them up.

Those tears would not be for me.

They would be for things you need from me.

It is my time to go, so please let me.

My heart is no longer beating, and I do not have the strength to keep this up.

This is it!

The final goodbye.

Where I will go, no one knows.

Just know this house is no longer my home.