Stop trying to make me remember everything I keep trying to avoid thinking about, stop acting like the name I whisper is still yours.
Stop making me regret the way I said goodbye, you know the nonexistent goodbye, because I wasn't sure how to say it.
Stop popping up in my mind,
again and again and again,
because I can't keep doing this,
and this isn't how I want to live my life.
Just stop,
because this is new
and I am new
and just let that be
good enough.
YOU ARE READING
New.
Poetrylooking for something new, someone new, perhaps, after all this time, a new me. ~ Poetry written in 2018.
