I was crying because I thought you left,
But you were still right in front of me,
Telling me you'd never leave.
But why does it feel like you already left?
you emotionally left months ago.
Why did you tell me this when you were leaving anyway?
I can't trust the words that you say.
The words that come out of that manipulative mouth of yours.
The words that tell me you're staying while your foot prints and tire tracks in the snow tell me otherwise.
The foot prints and tire tracks told me you physically left me this time.

My mind full of hope and eagerness to travel far and beyond further than the eyes can see.
My body aches for those places I have yet to travel to.
My eyes seek those places unimaginably visited.
My soul searches for another like me.

break ups do **** a little
it's mostly the silence that gets to me
i like having someone to tell all the funny little things that i think of
during the day
my phone is very quiet without you
no musical little bleeps or blinking lights

but i can take the silence this time around.
and for that i like it
even relish it
the long gaps between my replies to you
if i reply at all

this time i am powerful
it is nice
but it is also frightening