Ink Stained Soul…

I had to put you down. The heaviness of loving you was an albatross, not allowing me to move forward, just floating through life. I was stuck in moments and memories so bittersweet. Phantoms with their hands around my neck were ripping my heart out. It was not because I didn’t love you, but because you didn’t care for me and I needed to shine again. Alone in this, I lost the color that made me radiate. My eyes became lackluster unless they were looking upon you, always spilling out my sea of emotions. So I had to put you down, for loving you meant dying slowly, waiting for a nonexistent train.