Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort

leave

don't know if i like

the quiet or rush

and all that i have

is never enough

they make assumptions

on who i love most

i pace through the halls

i feel like a ghost

regret and mistrust

are all i believe

i'm haunted by him

you should know i still grieve

i still remember

all our wild fantasies

i still see his face

in line buying groceries

i tell you it's done

and that i'm over things

because i so truly love

all the songs you sing

but i can't erase

all that happened to me

i can't wipe it away

they're all scars, you see?

so i observe people

drifting out of stores at night

drink tea at the window

in the morning light

and try to make sense 

of the world i breathe

and count all of my blessings

until i feel you leave