Writing

The curtain call

I’m out of time

I dance with my hands tied

in a little sun filled gale

there is a wooden swing

it's creaky and it's old, but then

so is everything

it is so dear and pretty

the meadow's filled with bees

there are flowers brushed

You called me insecure,

Because I told you we couldn't be friends.

You no longer defended me against his cruel words.

I told you, I did. 

"No second chances." 

I stand firm in my words,

I remember that night,

we went for a walk,

after dinner,

where we finally weren't awkward,

where it felt                 real-

The rain reminds me of you,

the way it pours down hard and fast,

then slowly becomes lighter,

and lighter,

until you're gone,

leaving me with the puddles to keep me company.

I love you yet

I can’t stand you

I need you yet

I push you away

I treasure you yet

I want to leave

You’re a liar who

Broke my heart

And

You’re the very thing that might