There was nothing more permanent
Than the sound of the door
Closing behind him
The day he walked out
It wasn't even actual door
That's how dramatic his exit was
That's how devastating a loss it was
I had to make a cartoon of it
So as to not be heartbroken
But the actual end
Well that was kind of romantic
Like something you catch on a Friday
On a wide screen
Rain & tears
Questions ringing
Like what am I suppose to do?
I'm crying
But my ****** composure is perfect
I'm screaming
But he's right in front me
But I still doubt he's hearing me
He can't face the disgrace
Of his actions
That he could leave something once so beautiful
So broken
So here comes that movie made exit..
Exhaustion
Of fighting over the same things
Of laughter met with anger
The discommunication between us..
It was time that someone exited
So he did.
Just because you want it, don't mean you need it.