Isra's Vault

This is just a recent rough draft on a poem I am working on, but below will be more finished ones. c:

Never left a note, just packed your bags and left,

I rolled and rolled in bed, but never felt quite right.

It was months of a constant numbess before I realized,

you were gone.

"Baby, my darling, reach for the stars and hold on tight,"

He said, "Don't let the darkness own you, keep a clear sight."

But I was rolling, rolling in the same place. Where was the light?

I thought it was going to take days before I could see,

but I learned to see through all you did to me.

Say you're sorry, and wonder if I'll truly forgive you.

And I'll wonder if that hold any effect on you like I hope.

I hope it's the same sinking feeling

I felt within every half assed "I love you, too"

It's funny how quickly the tides change,

how much of a stranger you've become.

I'm just glad I could feel loving you was done.

Though I am guilty, you still play across my mind,

like an old familiar tune, but could never get the name quite right.

Like something I wrote before, but didn't have a chance to save,

and I hope I do learn from every lesson from it all,

because I'm heading through some unfamiliar waters.

I find old fears drowning me,

while new things bring me back to shore.

I keep wondering and wondering if there is going to be more.

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