Moving On

All we are and what we see
Is but another broken dream.

Another storm cloud in the endless night
Another problem we can't make right.

Drunken words are sober thoughts
And the things I think are actions sought.

Perhaps the words I said to you were from the heart
The more I push forward, the more I end up torn apart.

I know you said never again
And perhaps you were right.
But I wished for one last chance
To make the wrongs alright.

I suppose I am just not her and I know I never will be.
But at least now I know who I am
And that is me.

But despite everything you ever said to me;
You were the reason I didn't want to leave.

Now the anchor that held me in place
Has faded fast and I'm replaced.

I just never thought I would hear those words
Screaming from the silence
Please deter.

It's time to let go.
I feel it.
I know it.
So why can't I?

Why won't the bonds break and my heart be free?
Because you are you and I am me.
And all I see
Is what could have been
And what will never be

By Sulpicia, Midnight Poet

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Lupar, in the year 493 AF.