The same

With the tears rolling down my face

the words floating everywhere but the page

I find myself facing the truth….

and in that truth i find that it doesn’t matter

my side or yours

I find myself knowing that how i felt , correction how i feel

about you is the same

in the sense that I still care, some part of me still wants to be there.

it’s a puzzle how pain can make you still care about someone

no matter how much i mediate or pray this connection away

truth is.. I am not sure i want it to go, i worked to hard to get it.

but i understand why i had to walk away, or maybe i do

days like today i am not sure.

with tears rolling down my face

and words finally hitting the page

i find myself facing the truth…

and in that truth i find it doesnt matter

rather you love or try to let go

its all a long harsh road

and it always feels the same.