Finders Keepers

The pain in my chest

feels like medicine, to be honest.

It hit me like a spaceship

when I realized

that I’m starting to hate you,

so I’ll take a few steps back

‘cause I don’t want that.

I look over my shoulder

and count the wishes that I begged for

that I am now throwing back.

Burn bridges that only ever hurt me,

let go of the things that weren’t meant to be,

watch the people who don’t want to stay walk away,

and take care of myself in the morning.

Give it time,

give it space,

move with grace,

and give in to faith,

finding new parts of myself

with each piece I lose,

taking what I learn for keeps

because at the start of every night

under the burning of the city lights,

there’s just me.