I thought maybe if
I let you go
a burden would be lifted
off my shoulders.
Not that you were the weight,
rather that I knew
what was coming and
the thought of leaving it to
the last minute
was eating me alive.
I had to weigh my options
and decided;
if I left it until the day
I am to leave this island,
it would hurt more
with no opportunity to see you again-
to maintain friendship,
to cope with our loss.
If I waited,
I might have changed my mind
and stayed.
What a mess that
would have been.
I wont let anything
keep me here.
Not even the people I love.

After we spoke and
I told you we were done,
I ran to my mistress.
She's a beauty dressed in blue
who makes my stomach ache.
Her name is Skyy and
she helps me to beat myself up.
You see, I'm a
slight *******.
I'm working on that..
I hate *****.

I said I didn't think
I would even miss you.
But it's been less then
twenty-four hours and
I have a hole in my stomach.
I try to eat and it just
wants to come back up.
They say wounds heal in time.
I leave in 82 days for
another time zone.
Maybe the hour difference
will effect the time and
healing process.
Until then we'll see how this goes.
Maybe this will help me
shed those extra pounds
I was so worried
you'd notice.

Stop dragging me around,
I don't want to go down with you.

Leave me alone.
I'm done with you and your selfish ways.

You're stuck here,
whereas
I'm trying to fly.