Ship of Thesaurus

Sometimes the words come out so easily, as if I know what to say to myself, I’m an endless legion of phrases and quips Until I see you, you who can see through me, I falter every time my pretenses and false bravado, disperse, hiding in fear And I’m left completely bare You’re a mystery I’m yet to solve You’re a love I’ve yet to profess Who knows when it’ll happen, but happen it will someday.

Letting go isn’t as easy as they say. Where do you start? Which memory do you erase first? It’s hard. A minute ago, they were here. A minute later, they’re gone. You stand watching, Wondering if it’s real. Reality doesn’t hit you instantly. Instead, it seeps inside. Slowly, slowly, memorizing every part.  Until it finds the place that hurts the most. Your heart, your mind, everything you are. Time heals every wound, they say. But what about the scars it leaves behind? The ones only you can see, The stark reminders Of who you once were And still wish to be.