Chasing Light

Chasing Light


She says she loves me,

I reciprocate in as much as I can,

I tell her I love her,

But I'm not sure I work the way I used to,

I'm afraid of not meaning it,

I'm afraid of leading another one on,

I'm afraid that I can't mean it the way I once did.


I've been trying more lately,

Practicing letting go,

I let go of a lot of things very easily,

Almost everything in fact,

But for some reason I can't let the ghosts go,

I am haunted by how much I once cared,

Constantly,

To the point where trying to care as hard again,

Feels like drowning,

Choking under the weight of my memory.

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