Contradicting Steps
Throwback to the past
I stare straight down
"How could she do that"
the whispers
they creep under the skin
I held a grudge
with every death comes honor
but this one was the exception
I held my own hand
I still hold my own hand
even now as I stare aimlessly
the screen still burns my eyes
and the keyboard clicks sound the same
She moved away in August
but my heart continues on
because it knows better
Looking back onto the past
and I still don't regret a single thing
This poem is about:
Me