NO MORE BAGS LEFT TO UNPACK
My loneliness is killing me
I find it hard to breathe
And losing you was just too much
I find that I still grieve
I guess it wasn’t hard for you
Since you were the one to leave
The one who never had a problem
With trying to deceive
But here I sit, by myself
Lonely and afraid
Wondering what things could’ve been
If you had only stayed
I’m the one that got left behind
In a love that you betrayed
I don’t think it’s very fair
That I’m the one who paid
I used to be so endlessly
Lost inside your stare
Building dreams on fantasies
That we would always share
To think that once I had thought
That you might truly care
When all I’m left with now inside
Is a feeling of despair
Yes I know it’s over
And I don’t want you back
At the house that we once called
Our Lovely Little Shack
But I am not some fragile egg
That’s going to easily crack
Day by Day, with my strong will
My life is more on track
Yes, things are so much better now
There’s no more of your bags left to unpack
Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 5.20.2025

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