Just Passing Through

It’s the passing through that’s hard to swallow,
The resistance against the harder grain,
When you left I felt completely insane… your soul left a mark on every cell and membrane,
I think about you every day, your memory lives in my passionate ways.
It’s the you turn that was made on a starry December night,
You left me out in the cold without a blanket, without a light,
My trust in you lead me to the darkest fight,
But I know you live on and my memory never crosses your mind.
I’m left to walk and feel the heat against my back as I try to flee from the surge of that night,
The disturbances are mine and mine alone,
It’s my surrender that lets you linger and live,
If only I was stronger to do you in, to end this fling, to condemn the then,
But my skin holds the feelings and regret, the imprints of your fingers are still visible on my legs,
At least to me, in tidal waves, you come crashing into my head,
It’s like I’m destined to relive this heavy strife,
If only I could let you out into the night,
Like the one when you left me, when I couldn’t put up a fight.
It’s the passing through that’s hard to swallow,
When my field has been left ravaged and fallow.
It’s certain your guilt doesn’t match my shame,
I should be wiser and let the cycle change,
Pick up a new book with fresh chapters and a full page,
Dedicated to growth, strength and my fame,
Dedicated to a being without a whittled center and a hallowed name,
Of a woman who walks tall and lives without pain,
Of a girl who doesn’t bring on the rain,
Of a soul who doesn’t feel your shame.