Corpses of empty promises,
and relationships that would never work out.
Ive been holding onto potential futures that can never be
and the funny thing?
I knew deep down that they would never come to fruition.
But I kept the ghost of a good thing.
I let the hope kiss my eyes shut at night
and awaken me in the morning.
Its all an illusion.
No one can hold my heart
I don't like consistency
and I can't hold onto something, someone, or myself with my hands behind me
dragging hopeless futures
pulling these decaying bodies of impossible futures.
I've grown an infection from this
Ive bound myself for too long
that my wrists are cut and infected
This stench resonates and produces a direct observation of my misdirection
and I need an antiseptic
I don't want this anymore
Im letting go.
Im giving up these ghosts.
letting them dissipate into the once believed past and non existent future.
Im releasing that desire.
And opening myself to a new adventure.
we dont need anything.
I just need me.
Nothin can stop this heart
this beat that keeps me moving.
What a beautiful sound.
So I will just lay
and listen to it
and remind myself that I am not the corpse I carry