He Is the Past
I am fighting myself,
Screaming inside,
Crying and bleeding,
Yearning for him to go away,
Get out of my head,
And forget him completely,
He is not worth the pain,
He is not worth the heart ache,
And suffering.
He is no longer the future,
Or the present.
He is the past,
A memory that is now worthless,
And always will be.
If he returns in my thoughts,
Then he is nothing,
But wasted time.
It kills me deep in my heart,
In my body,
And in my soul.
He is a reminder o f the past...
Copyright © Chelsea Zayas | Year Posted 2017
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