Memory - Poem by Josh Burnett
My legs are so heavy that I can barely lift them two feet off the ground.
My lungs are full of air when it hits my head I dispel all that I hold dear out.
When it hits me in the heart teary eyes form and I start to cry holding it now.
You have ripped the wound open with your hands and I start to bleed falling down.
You tell me give it time and that wound will heal,
But my hands are numb and I can’t tell you exactly how I feel.
You poke the pain with a stick as the wound begins to seal.
The lost happy memories of life so good you just had to steal.
A heart that once was so fragile and cracked you broke the rest of the way.
That slow dying flame that burns within, you fed the fire and walked away.
But I will let the wound heal and I will no longer bare the pain.
So don’t even think about it, no you cannot stay.
I have to walk away from this life and take back the time.
I will heal what pain you have caused and be just fine.
I’m finding you and taking back those memories of mine.
And I’m forever leaving, walking out of your life.
My eyes couldn’t see all the pain that you were trying to cause.
But you weren’t thinking that I would take a step back and let life go on pause.
And in that instant I saw what you were trying to do and I was lost.
For “I Love You” seems like a double edge sword and now you’re gone.
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