Goodbye
This is a product of my emotions
Messy as it is
Jumbled and in need to be released.
Iām saying goodbye,
To the past so beautiful and green,
To the darkness so bright and dull.
Iāve hidden myself for way too long,
Spent days running from the corners and hiding from my demons,
Accepting fate but not realizing it.
Iām saying goodbye.
As I write this my mind holds me back, it whispers to my heart that āIt doesnāt hurtā
Yet my heart stares blankly, wondering āIf it doesnāt hurt why am I so clouded with this pain, why do I want to fix us over and over again?ā
Itās painful, having this need to fight
Having this gnawing feeling inside.
How does one say goodbye to someone they once loved?
Someone you would and still will do anything for them?
Iāve watched my hope wither with each second of empty promises, broken dreams and unfulfilling conversations.
I heard my heart shatter into pieces consistently from truths that I was hearing from third parties while you confidently orchestrated lies to me.
My mind warned me, sparks flew from then.
It told me that we were done but my heart refused, āThis is all a misunderstandingā, āIām not quite as open, Iām to blameā
Running on those words, I healed my heart with lies. But as flashbacks of when I teared my walls, showed you how defenseless I was as grief and mourning controlled me, was I not open enough?
Or was it too much that I was not worth the honesty?
I sensed my eyes ***** with tears as I noticed how much of a season I am to you.
It hurts, not as much as it should be and thanks goes to my mind.
āAs long as you anticipate it. It wonāt be that badā it said.
Thereās no fixing us,
Thereās no being about this facade,
No matter how āhappyā I might have been.
But why,
Am I so hopeful that the lie you sputtered of fixing us will be turned to truth?
Why?
When my heart needs to understand that this is goodbye
Your silence and lack to reach out screams in agony of goodbye.
So why am I still hoping?