The sacrifice
I keep trying to go backBecause the past no matter how broken it is,
is my only blanket of comfort. A familiarity that drives me consistently insane.
A solace when moving forward seems impossible.
I don't want to change
but I fear that death is as imminent as my next breath if I don't.
I look back staring at all the love that was never an option for me,
and I cringe gazing ahead at any opportunity of love that may never exists for me. Because honestly who wants a superhero that's invisible. And if literally dying to save the world is my only gift, than my greatest curse is not having anyone die to save
Me
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