Red Flag
I weave my thoughts in tangled threads,
Between him, and her, and what’s unsaid.
A love that once was pure and true,
Now feels like a ghost, that haunts me through.
I try to flee the echoes, loud,
Of moments sweet, beneath the cloud
Of knowing that the spark once bright
Flickered out with no more fight.
Green flags wave, but something’s wrong,
The warmth, the hope—it doesn’t belong.
Three days of bliss, a fleeting high,
All to crumble beneath a sky
That no longer holds its promises tight.
My heart breaks twice, I wear the pain,
And in that hurt, I choose to reign.
A love that’s real, I push away,
Afraid to feel, to trust, to stay.
For who would risk that hurt again?
The past still clings, a silent chain.
Yet deep inside, beneath the cold,
There’s a part of me that longs to hold
A love that's soft, without the fight,
A love that knows both wrong and right.
But the cost of heartache lingers near,
And I wonder—should I let love appear?
Or guard myself, and shut the door,
Afraid to open it once more?
The truth is this: I have to choose,
Not just what hurts, but what I lose.
And maybe in the letting go, I’ll find the strength to let love grow.
1 comment
This was beautiful. To choose yourself after you’ve been hurt can be challenging when you don’t trust easily, have been betrayed and neglected. I love this