I’m not one to have many friends
who stick around the fraying ends
of life that makes a tree trunks’ bends
seem all that more concerning.
I am not one whose grip will tighten
once these people are enlightened
of the childish freak all much too frightened
of someone else’s yearning.
To say goodbye is not a need
when their removal means you’re freed
of negativity you would feed
without any intention.
To say goodbye without it said
is now a ritual I can’t dread
because it’s what my illness led
to without intervention.
So every time they disappear,
the people whom I loved so dear
My brain won’t even shed a tear
because she saw it coming.
Yet now I must swallow to speak
The goodbye that I’d never seek
The goodbye that might make me weak
and stifle the heart’s drumming.
I’ll say these words with heavy heart,
because I knew right from the start
some day our ways would have to part.
“It’s okay if you leave me.”
I wrote this a year ago, but honestly forgot I had an account here so I only put it on my Tumblr. This was written because I found out I was going to be moving to Florida, making our 1-state long distance relationship turn into a 6-7 state long distance relationship. I was terrified that we would break up and ultimately knew it would happen. We took a break for the first 3 or so months but then got back together. We celebrated our 6th year anniversary recently.