Moving On
The steps away from you, the tears in my face..
mean so much more.
I step for relief and grief.
I step for progress in myself.
Steps heavier and heavier, tears of today, steps of tomorrow.
My belief in you is crumbling; your creed tainted.
Ripping away the shreds of fantasy.
Dreams of us are fraudulent.
I'm glad I can break away from this spiral of heartbreak and frustration.
This poem is about:
Me