I* don't have much to say...

Which is the hardest part of all.

The bigger the love
the farther I fall.

This is a stumble,
wont crumble at all.

Fumbled a bit
but recovered the ball.

You couldn’t look me in the eye
or try a goodbye?

You said that it’s too hard
and you know you would cry.

But what about me?
What if goodbye was a need?

You took it all away
with all of your greed.

And you know that it’s true,
it’s all about you.

If not,
then the tears,
will make their way through.

I don’t hate you,
but I'm starting anew.

**You took my goodbye so I bid you adieu.