Holding On
Thousands of memories dancing through my mind
Though none are perfect, they’re broken just right
Torn edges from being carried across our lives
Holes ripped in the middle from those
Pretty smiles that aren’t always what they seem
Perfect lines and white teeth don’t define us
No, we live in the small, almost invisible seconds
But we made them into our own little luminous lights
Shining only for us, our constellation amid the blackness
The red, blue, yellow, and grey masques of memories
Blurring together until all you see is what you make them
Ugly at times, red monsters roaring in the plight of day
Refusing to back down when the devil is out to play
On the loneliest of nights, bluer than the deep of the sea
Tearing at my insides for hours only to torture me
Yellow shadows of self-pity, round and round you spin
Nothing but regrets, every time you let the coward win
All these anchors to
Cannot tether them all to one person, so you make a choice
Leaving them behind isn’t an option because they are you
Destructive enough to tear you apart, but loved anyway
A part of you you’d rather leave somewhere unfound
They must burn, for everything they’ve been for you
Some don’t make it, can’t stand to watch them leave
So they stay grey, charred, burned, and nearly gone
But still following you around, a skeleton holding on
-Anonymous, age 19
