get up off the floor
leave that pathetic soul behind
look back, if you must,
with Pity
or Contempt.
it really doesn’t matter
it’s time.
get up off the floor
leave that pathetic soul behind
look back, if you must,
with Pity
or Contempt.
it really doesn’t matter
it’s time.
i sense a distance growing between us
as the waves of childish passion recede
we are still standing on the shore
together
and healing
it feels appropriate to move to the side
giving each other space
to grow. hurt. heal.
and the great things about waves
they always return
and we will still be standing
healthier. peaceful.
alone or together. in strength