goodbye note

you are not mine any more
perhaps you never were
falling asleep, me in your arms
and dreaming about her

you are not mine any more
she touched your skin, it froze
and it's clear to me, it's quite sad to see
that I never really got close

you are not mine any more
and it's the final scene of this play
you will never be anyone's but hers
and that's because you're just far too afraid

and I doubt, my love, that you'll ever be free
you were broken apart when she died
and I can't reach in and fix you
and I swear to god, I've tried

you are not mine any more
and I've wasted all this time
gripping your hands and holding you close
and telling myself you were mine

you are not mine any more
but one day I'll see you around
and I hope that day that you'll be free
the you that you lost, you found

you are not mine any more
but the birds still sing
and my love, it's time, time to admit

she got right under your skin . . .
♠ ♠ ♠
people consume. you had life. she sucked it all out of you and you were unconsciously looking for something to fill that void. and I gave in and let you suck the life out of me because I'd have done anything to see you smile again... but it wasn't enough. and now I'm empty too. empty, consumed, and tired.

*a poem written partially from true experiences, but majorly from the point of view of a character in my latest story Angel (not on mibba) hope you enjoy x