A Decomposing

Jaded

Fading

Is this, what I have become?

Yearning

Waiting

I know

I’m the one holding out on myself

But how I see it

I’m a mirror of someone else

And they don’t want it

Is this

what I’ve been reduced to?

This broken heart

since I was little.

Or is this just a part of the cycle?

Decomposing

before

Life

finds me again..

I act as though I don’t know the process well,

But I do.

Seasons

don’t change

without Surrender.

But I can’t help but to feel

like if I surrender,

I’ll surrender You.

I don’t even remember your face

But I remember the way it felt

So I surrender myself

Instead.

- A Decomposing

By Mina