Hangs in the balance

There is not much that is left of me but if you look close you will see my heart still lingers in the mist, almost like a treasury. I act like I am all big and bad, like my heart has finally went out with the trash. I still have dreams, I still wish to be with him but my life now hangs in the balance of something missing.

I may go to hell, I may go to heaven, but I am sure there.. no longer will be anything missing. I have created a story of my life, in all the poems that I write. None is of anything else but of the heart that use to beat in my chest. Everyone will forget me as the days go by, some will be happy and some may be sad, but my poetry my girls will always have. Never to forget me, never again will they have to see me cry in the middle of the night for a life that just never seemed right.

I will remember all of my friends, as I take this new journey I have began. I will never forget the ones that were always there for me, so far and in between. My heart is exploding in my chest, it is time to just forget.