When you leave, go without a whisper,
as though you were never here.
Do not leave tear stains on my pillow or kiss my eyes and beg them not to cry.
Dissipate, let the thin air replace you. Leave no echo, no trace of your existence,
no backward pity glance at what might have been,
**** the drawn out goodbye, the heartfelt speech, the apologies for the inevitable.
It's not you it's me.....It's always me.
Let the truth hang above my broken form, swaying as the ceiling creaks under its bitter weight. I will dance to it's rhythm soon enough.
Then cease.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
When you leave, go without a whisper,
as though you were never here.
Do not leave tear stains on my pillow or kiss my eyes and beg them not to cry.
Dissipate, let the thin air replace you. Leave no echo, no trace of your existence,
no backward pity glance at what might have been,
**** the drawn out goodbye, the heartfelt speech, the apologies for the inevitable.
It's not you it's me.....It's always me.
Let the truth hang above my broken form, swaying as the ceiling creaks under its bitter weight. I will dance to it's rhythm soon enough.
Then cease.
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