And when I walk away from you
Know that I do not wish you harm
I want to see you eat
Just not at my table anymore
And I wish you roses
But I will not hurt my fingers anymore
To get them for you
If walking away from a person
Brings me more peace than harm
If I have to walk away from you
To cut the toxicity you brought me
Then it is the right thing to do
And if you don't understand my reasons
I do not care
For all along
I only wished you roses
YOU ARE READING
The Books of the Past
PoetryWelcome to the darkest part of my heart, but also the brightest A sense of catharsis through writing the drama of my past life A healing process through revisiting old poems and new perspectives An attempt to let the past in the past and live in the...
