VII

I came back

I came back to the place we met
Knowing you’d still be there

I came back as a changed person
Knowing you’d mostly stayed the same

I came back
No longer for you
But for myself

I came back
And we were no longer one
I came back
And we were strangers again

I came back
And it saddened me
How much happier I was

I came back
Feeling lighter
The weight of your responsibilities
No longer on my shoulders

I came back
To finish the final chapter
So that I could put our book away
And let it be forgotten

Love – A Hate Story

I said I didn’t like love
And you told me how sad that was

But when I say I don’t like love
I want to say
I don’t like how naked it makes me feel

I don’t like
How I love everyone with my whole soul
but can’t seem to love myself

I don’t like
How I hold the hearts of others with the utmost care
but can’t seem to get anyone to hold mine

It makes me feel like a burnt-out candle
that is still expected to glow,
even with no oxygen left.

I say I don’t like love
But I turned to the moon last night
and begged it for my soulmate