This is something I wrote yesterday
It's basically about me breaking up with my boyfriend, this is my way of dealing
Hope somebody can appreciate it :)
Autopilot
"I'm going out to have drinks with her! And no matter what you say or do, I'm not changing my mind!"
"But you know how I feel about you and her... you can't just hang out with her, especially not when it's just the 2 of you... Please... try to understand... I-"
2 people, talking, discussing, asking questions, both well aware of the single solution to their seemingly endless problem
"Fine! Then this is the end of the line for us!"
She runs out the door stairs crying, greets his father and walks out the front door for the very last time.
She's gone into autopilot
She feels like a slave in a cage
Her hands shaking with rage
Her stomach contracts to a painful degree
Breathing is suddenly a luxury
She's gone into autopilot
She can only watch as slow seconds go by
She refuses at first, but soon starts to cry
She shakes, she yells, she screams
Nothing can save her now, so it seems
She's gone into autopilot
She reads the words over and over again
She only adds fuel to the fire of pain
She calls them, tells them what's going on
They can only tell her to calm down, and be strong
She's gone into autopilot
She knows what she has to do
The problem is, she really doesn't want to
Her mind wanders back to what happened then
And she realises he's making the same mistake again
She's gone into autopilot
Rivers of black stream down her cheeks
She can only cry harder after every word he speaks
She asks him a question, gives him a choice
She knows his answer and struggles to find her voice.
"Then this is the end of the line for us!"
She's gone into autopilot
She doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep
All she can do is weep
She laments his choice
But she's still proud to have found her voice
She's gone into autopilot
She deletes his memory from her phone
Removes his pictures from her home
He fell from grace and lost his place
She shuts him out and wipes the tears from her face
She's gone into autopilot
She watches the flames
She thinks of the resemblances between their names
She buries the ashes
And lets the last of her tears fall from her lashes
She's stronger now
She can live without him
He has never been a necessity
These last months,
He was nothing but a bothersome luxury
She's no longer on autopilot
She's found her wings again
She'll soar again, higher than ever before.