Goodbyes were never meant to be a pause,
And I give none as I hand you the gauze,
Remove these tendrils desperately latching,
Leeching my light like a parasite
Para-social soul eating piranha
Gnashing and gnawing on my temperance
I’m no more a possession than you are artwork.
My bags are checked,
The skies bleed with oranges and pinks,
The clouds part to guide a pathway
Calling all gates.
My mind is full,
Not enough space,
Baggage not claimed
I lack the overhead.
My patience was tested,
Poked through my protective vest,
Warned that I would fly further than the Perseids,
A flash of light in the lumbering dark
And you would rather dance blindfolded,
So don’t ask for truths your teeth can’t chew
It’s painful, and I mean it down to the root.
Set me free,
And watch the dream
Dissolve into something beautiful
Hope again, despite crashing my plane
And endure another day.
From my old journal, this was adapted from entry of when I got broken up with on my way to the airport for a business trip, it was the most...calculated ******* experience and why I don't have time or tolerance for toxicity in my life or heart