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@jagclass
Old habits die hard
I can’t keep asking you for
help; I need to grow
Stuck in the mud and
incapable of looking
or moving forward.
Cuts that run too deep
won’t let us leave the past; we’re
stuck in this cycle
Promises to take
it slow, yet here we are. In
a predicament…
Too afraid to move
forward in any way, shape,
or form. He is stuck.
——
Stuck in a place he
cannot leave. Stuck in a love
that should break, but won’t.
Another empty promise
Made with the best of intentions
But that’s no longer enough
They’re calling his bluff(s)
And he can no longer back himself up
All the evidence is against him
He’s tried his best but it was all for naught
He gave it all he’s got
Only to fail yet again
This is it
He’s done.
These dirtied hands are
not worthy of holding on
to a love like yours
Little steps forward
to change in the best of ways.
Slow and steady, now.
Fifteenth in the line
In time
I will be the son
That you wanted me to be
But until then
I will stay the same
I will count the days
Until I am ready to face you
Taking things one step
at a time; they’re too scared to
take that leap of faith
Stressful days ahead
so he just lays in bed; he
wants to do nothing
Damned if I do, damned
if I don’t. An endless waltz
with you that kills me.
a smile just for me
another memory locked
away in my head
Memories linked to
the necklace you gave me; I
feel them choking me
——
Try as I might, I
can’t bring myself to throw it
away. Why can’t I?
A shield on his heart
to protect him from harm. No
more tears will be shed
Going inwards yet
again. He can’t help but bring
up his walls daily.
Hands intwertwined; a
simple gesture that means more
than the world to him