they all tell me you’ll regret leaving. they drill into my head that one day you’re gonna come crawling back to me tears in your eyes begging me to let you hold me again. they say that you’ll realize what you lost.
every night i sit and think and i remember how stubborn you were when i told you that you had something so special within you. and you would always respond in that same stubborn tone. and you’d say "no i don’t" and i’d just laugh and ask you "you just won’t ever believe me huh?" then you’d smile after your very decisive "nope"
i remember how hard i’d try to do everything i could just to make you feel different than the rest of them ever made you feel and i did try my hardest for you.
they tell me it’s gonna kick in soon. that all of the pain i feel now is going to match the guilt and regret you’ll drown in. that it’s going to hit you in waves as the sadness does to me.
but what they fail to understand and what i’ve learned about you is that if you find yourself in a place where you’re suffering you’ll leave it.
and so they so foolishly believe you’ll pay for what you did to me when you and i both know you’ve already freed yourself. you were smart enough to let go of your anchor before i ever had the chance to tie the rope around your ankle. you swam your way back to the shore while i sunk down below the ripples.
and when i finally let go you’ll have already gone too far and when i finally reach the surface i’ll gasp endlessly for breath and i’ll look to see you. and when i finally blink enough times to get the salt water out from my eyes
i’ll notice you free walking profusely on the shore. and you won’t ever look back simply because you’d never need to see in the direction that you are not headed. and you will have left me in the middle of the ocean fighting for my life. but i guess i could never say i blame you for making me hold on.
for you were the one who showed me how easy it is to let go.
and later on they’ll ask how could you ever forgive him for this and i’ll put my head down in shame and say easy. he taught me how to swim