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Sep 2013
It's over

He said he's washed his hands with you
Pulled out of your pleading grasp as you cried "please stay"
He hasn't returned 1 phone call in months&months;
Or in text

And he's not going to
See before you even had the chance to watch him break your heart
He already had the whole thing planned out
Made peace with his guilt... That's if he ever had any to start with
There's no more "we"
There's never gonna be an "us" again

That future you were dreaming of
He was escaping from
The endless tears
The long, sharp sleepless nights
Won't undo what's been done
If he could just walk out the door without a glance behind him
His bags were never unpacked and that key you made is lost in a heap of his ***** clothes still in that pile on the floor of your room

He let you go
"Set you free"
So why bother crying, wishing and thinking of ways to get it back?
You never had it
That's probably the hardest thing for the heart to accept
For you to swallow
So you cling to the dreams that wake you up in the night

Because, it's still something to hold
But, you can't see air and you can't hold what's not there
The chains you feel he left you wrapped up in...
You did that
You're not making a statement to him by making it clear he still holds your heart
You're just continuing to break it

It's like a life sentence in prison
You have to get up
Stifle the tears
And go on
Slow as it may go
Once you see there's nothing there
You can begin to heal
To feel something other than pain and torment
Even if your smile is brief

It still rose to the surface
See where we all get it wrong is, we tell ourselves "we can't let go"
And wait for something magical to unbind us from the chains of yesterday
You'll die waiting for that kind of cure
He walked out. Mumbled goodbye
Didn't blink as you cried

And didn't stop when you called his name repeatedly
That day the dream died, going down in flames
Leaving you sobbing in its ash
You're too good to cry and choke on the soot of yesterday
He left
Now set yourself free

Stop being a prisoner
Take off those chains, dust yourself off...
And wash your hands of him in the same way he did you
Never look back
It's over
You're free
Jaimee Michelle
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Jaimee Michelle  35/F/Portland
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