The Last One

RSS

By Cutie In A Death Cab

I'm thinking I might be getting over you, finally. Finally. Less frequent are the thoughts I spend on you, finally. And this time I know, that I am done falling off cliffs because of you. Next time I feel wind beneath my feet it'll be because of someone new. Because finally, I'm breaking free from you. So don't write a letter to say you're so sorry. No don't decide you want me back; There will never be another we. No...finally. I'm thinking I might be getting over you, finally. Finally. No longer do I cry seeing pictures of you, finally. And this time I know, that I am done falling off cliffs because of you. And next time I feel wind beneath my feet it'll be because of someone new. Because finally, I'm breaking free from you. So don't say you still love me and that I was the first and only one to make you feel this way, it's not true but I'm still okay. I'm okay...finally. I can find another muse. I can find another man if I want to be used. My heart doesn't need another bruise, from you. I'm thinking I might be getting over you, finally. Finally. I've stopped writing dark poetry all about you, finally. And this time I know, that I am done falling off cliffs because of you. And next time I feel wind beneath my feet it'll be because of someone new. Because finally, I'm breaking free from you. So don't go thinking I can't move on. Oh I will prove you wrong. I never knew that I could feel this strong, my sorrow was expressed in so many songs. But I'm through, crying over you. I'm done, hiding from the sun. Yeah I'm over, the bridge that kept me... from finally.

Current vote: 9.0 / 5

To vote, you must be logged in.

To leave comments, you must be logged in.

February 8, 2006 19:59Faith

Beautiful. It sounds like it should be a song, i think as i read it my mind made up a melody, not a very good melody though. Well done...

February 10, 2006 22:22AndTheTreeWasHappy

I absolutely love this poem. I agree with Faith about the song part, but I'm guessing that was your intention. Anyway, you did such a great job of capturing that feeling you get when you finally decide you're done. Well done!