Hey you,
We've got things to talk about.
I left, and you deserve a why.
I grabbed my bag, left you behind, and
I resolved not to cry.
It was mutual, I broke up with you, you with me.
I'm lost in the versions of the truth.
One of us had to be the adult,
We're both grown, toying with youth.
You were the chaos to my chaos
When my chaos needed calculations.
We were both hurricanes in anger
And too proud to make reparations.
We began as a whirlwind, all instinct,
Spinning too fast to make note of what passed.
You, in love with the idea of me, me loving the idea of you,
The thing about storms is that they don't ever last.
Of course there are questions now I'm gone:
Was it love? Was it real? Will we ever really know?
I couldn't answer them, and I still can't.
I wasn't sure, so I decided to pack and go.
Maybe I was a coward, but I left to save us both.
I broke my vow, I cried rivers of tears,
But I saved you from us, the volatile us,
The lovers who wouldn't have lasted another two years.
I don't regret a single moment and maybe,
Maybe it was just doomed from the start,
But I suppose I'm grateful that I learned a lot from you.
You, who, reminded me to think with my head, not my heart.
~ Sincerely,
A different me