Fear of losing peace

 

 

 I opened up, I let you in 

No matter the mistake nor sin 

I sacrificed my dark nights and long paragraphs,

My giggles, “scuffs”, and laughs,

 for someone who might not last 

Our days are getting shorter 

But the weeks are getting longer 

Starting to miss the times where we grew founder  

 

He showed me what it meant to feel at harmony with my self

How to balance that shelf 

Between love and hate 

But now I know it’s too late 

For any redemption 

Because he was the only exception

 

He understood my incoherent verbs that flowed throughout our 3 am phone calls 

He allured my conflict as if they belonged to him

I took him in when I appreciated his underestimated intentions 

He took me in when he understood my eccentric behavior 

 

Having bad days meant nothing 

When it was a good day with him   

But now I feel obligated to delete the yellow heart next to his name 

But if I leave what does that make of this? 

Another broken time frame 

Another broken promise 

Another broken pattern 

Another broken heart

 

He calmed me down like he was the moon and I was the ocean 

We were a symphony 

A symbol of promise 

A symbol of peace  

Because he was my peace 

From throwing dishes to angry parents 

From family issues to weekly breakdowns 

He showed me peace can be found even in the darkest cracks of this corrupted world

He showed me what peace felt like

Holding his hand was like holding the warm, torrid sand 

But I felt the sand getting colder 

The sand started to run through my fingers  

And as each grain of sand slide from my fingertips 

I felt him flee with it 

 

His Moonlight highlighted the flaws of my ocean as if they were perfections

But The moon and the ocean were not in harmony anymore  

The difference between the ocean and the moon is that the moon can live on his own but the ocean stays dependent 

It’ll live in chaos

What if I’m the ocean 

What if I can’t handle losing my peace?  

 

But that’s the gist, I have to. 

I can’t rely on you anymore, please

Now I have found my own moon 

My own peace  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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