nicolebrepoetry:

They always leave

Sooner or later

They only stick around for a reason

Sometimes a season

The truth of the matter is

You left me and I’m still breathing

You were my air

You were my soul

When you left

Came a hole

I lost control

Struggled to survive

I save myself every night

Now I’m older

I’ve grown wise

They only want you for some time

But I am mine

And I am wise