All I was to you was a pit stop in your exploration, a post adolescent experiment that ended as quickly as it began.
He was the broken one, not you. Don’t let his broken pieces break you.
But maybe it’s not an instant relief. Maybe this heartbreak just takes a very long time to heal. Maybe every time I don’t call, text, or email you, I move an inch forward. Piece by piece.
I would have set a bit of me on fire, enough for a spark, just to keep us burning for a little while.
Get out. Get out of my head. Get out of my dreams. Get out of all the places where I can feel you but can’t control whether you go or stay.
Tonight, I’m finally saying goodbye to you, not because I don’t love you, not because you’re not good enough, but because I’m done hurting myself for you.
As much as I don’t want to, I have to close this chapter in my life. I have to move forward and see what comes next, because if I keep rereading the same chapter of my life, it’s never going to change and I’m going to be stuck in the same sorry situation, which I don’t deserve.
We did share hopes of a life together, didn’t we?The beginning was still beautiful. We collided for a bit, and I tasted a world untouched by human hands – you always had a mind of your own. I loved that about you.
It means that I love you so I can’t. Can’t tell you. Can’t burden you with my feelings. Because you do not feel the same way. Or maybe you used to but that love has expired. Dissolved into thin air. Faded with the passing of time.
I’ll say goodbye in silence, each tear running down my face like a promise of my love.