It’s not that I don’t feel,
it’s that I feel too heavily,
It’s not that I don’t love,
it’s that I love unsteadily.
I say I won’t look back,
that I won’t give a shit.
But everytime I sneak a peak,
to dwell on things of old,
The markings of your path,
are dripping drearily and cold.
The stench so strong it tastes,
of putrid memories untold.
I can’t brush this off alone,
but yet I cannot tell a soul.
Quivering with pain,
distrust and pain is all I know.
I knew you couldn’t keep me safe,
my time has turned and left me here alone.
sincerely,NJ
