The Last Time
This is the last time.
I held on long after it was over.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months.
I hoped there was still something there, I was wrong.
I was slowly killing myself.
I thought the suffering would be worth it in the end.
I was wrong.
I was wrong, I was stupid, I was blinded by feelings and hope.
I kept looking for a silver lining in the dark clouds.
Nothing showed but I kept looking anyway.
In the end, it’s my fault.
My mistakes, misjudgments, and imperfections.
I wear scars that no one can see.
It’s said time heals all scars.
I’ll have to wait and see if this is true.
I hope it is, though I’ve hoped before and it’s only made things worse.
This is the last time.
I’ve been broken once too many times.
I have to focus on myself and truly stop caring what others think or want.
I’ve been content alone before.
I’d have saved myself a lot of pain if I stayed that way.
The “memories†are not worth it.
They’re nothing but mistakes now.
This is the last time.
James Dicus
6-10-19
