she smirked and said
"goodbye
is a misnomer
there is nothing good
about goodbyes"

but as I'm saying goodbye
it tugs at the strength
in my soul
testing my limits
once again

goodbyes
taught me more skills
than hellos
ever could

blame
cannot
be
put
upon
those
we
understand

A day
might come
far long
from now

And I'll be
Just
A story

dark clouds hover
over my head

I can't complain
about my shelter

Your lies shattered like crystal
Spread all around the living room

Many days
My bare feet teach me all about regret

As I,
Once again,
Get cut
By their pieces

he said
the words
couldn't have
faded more
gracefully

like tea,
infused his brain
with memories
of sweet nothings

she sat there in silence
digging into her wrist
with tweezers

she said
ants were crawling
under her skin

swore
she only wanted
to let them out

freedom
is a resonating
irony