Suppress

allow yourself to feel,

just this once

allow yourself

to cry

to scream

to kick

and ask higher powers why?

allow yourself that, at least.

you bury new emotions

with the bones of emotions

that waited for your attention

for so long that they died

an unhealthy cycle

that’s eating away at you

now more than ever

you keep erasing parts of the ghost

but never all of it

keeping just a small memento

so in the case that it is revived

you can say “see, i waited”

you hope for a change in stagnant winds

an improbable outcome

that you’d bet your life on

even though, you know you’d lose

you don’t seem to care

you don’t fear having nothing left

your type of love is dangerous

it is relentless

it knows no bounds

it has no limits

because if there was a chance,

even the slightest,

that it might work

it was worth doing.

but who’s gonna do that for you.