I love you

but I won't be here anymore.

changed names and I have found those soft moccasins under the stairs.

quiet footsteps. erase old prints

so when I leave there won't be reminders

and we both forget.

 

I will fade into the trees

deep in the rushes where we met.

you can keep living

while I tuck chaos in my knapsack

and work my way into next year.

This is my disaster to handle

and I won't be here anymore

not with such reasons to stay.

I need to breathe air that doesnt taste like you

scream off sharpened rock edges

meet people without such dark secrets.

 

I used to love you.

but I think that since time didnt heal wounds

just scarred them over and left fresh bruises

maybe it's time to grow a backbone

even if it's a little numbing-- out here in bare feet

 

without trying to be perfect

I'd like to eat ice cream in the snow