How am I meant to walk forward

To put one foot in front of the next

To keep my head straight on

When my heels are glued to the floor?

How am I meant to leave what’s already gone

When all I can do is savor the bittersweet taste it leaves on my tongue?

The sugar that used to be your lips

The salt that is running from my eyes

It all tastes of regret.

Craning my neck to look at what we had pains only my chest

It feels like love in the wrong ways

The love that hurts more than it gives

The love that is most familiar to me.

You could say we’re old friends

But I didn’t know they were mutuals too.

Love,

Being the stubborn adhesive that glues my bleeding heels to the ground

The ever present weight at the bottom of my heart

The tear that’s about to leave my eye

The demon that keeps me up at night

And the song that never stops playing in my head

It never fails to crush me gently

Lulling me into a dreadful sleep

To never wake up again.