Just Getting This Off My Chest
It was over before it was over
It was over long before it was Over
I just couldn’t stand to rip it out of my chest
Even after my heart began to chill
My life resigned to whatever it was
We were creeping toward
There was no map, no clear path
Only the vague sense of where we wanted to go
A place that I knew, deep down, didn’t exist
I kept taking step after step
kept following you on that winding path
And we walked past that tree that I knew I’d seen before
The branches cutting into my skin
Again and again
I kept following
Kept trusting
Knowing that I shouldn’t
I so often do the things I know I shouldn’t
I used to think that was love
Love is sacrifice, after all
Until I had nothing left
And I looked at what we’d become
Empty husks, cracked and crumbling
Unable to stand
I knew but didn’t want to know
That day at the bus stop
Our eyes on everything but each other
Until we had no choice but to look
And we saw and we couldn’t unsee
By body shook with the knowledge
Of what I was about to do
My fingers curving around the cold handles
Of the sheers that would cut me free
I know you still carry the fiction
That you fought for me
That you stood in my defense
But I saw you
Cowering in the dark when you thought I couldn't see
Quietly breaking me into pieces
Making me believe I was worthless
You wouldn’t fight
Not even for yourself
I hope one day you'll learn how.
About the Creator
Andrea N. Brown
Always trying to live my coziest life. Fueled by coffee, long walks, stacks of books, watching the birds, and staring at trees. Writing keeps me alive.
Current inspirations: Billy Collins, Mary Oliver, Carlos Ruiz Fafon and Lily King

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