84. I Don't Know Why

But I do.

I don't know why I keep writing this

When it only serves to make me sad

And break my heart a little more each time

But for a moment it was bliss

But we were just a passing fad

I'll never forget your favorite drink was lemon-lime

You said you really dodged a bullet with me

You got out before you were in too deep

And those lies make me want to cry

I said I miss saying “we”

And I still see you in my sleep

But I made you want to die

I should put this pen down

I should close this book

I should throw these poems in the fire

I should move to another town

And not give it another look

But halfway there I get a flat tire

And I'm tempted to turn around

I just want to revisit it

Because I never felt as whole as I did that Saturday

But there was nothing to be found

The pieces refused to fit

And I never felt as broken as I did that Sunday

I don't know why I can't forget you

It's not because I'm trying to hold on

Believe me, I'm trying to let go

But it seems an impossible thing to do

Even thought it's the start of a new dawn

My pain still continues to show

I don't know why I don't just get up and leave

Listen to me feet, not my heart

I really should put this notebook away

But then what do I have to believe?
I don't know how to make it back to start

So I suppose I'll just stay

Author's Note

This is an older poem that I wrote at like 11 o' clock at night! It was one of my first attempts at rhyming and is very diffrent from my current rhyming style.