The day I leave will be the day you ask yourself if I even liked you because I will leave quietly. I will leave without making a scene. I will leave throwing everything you gave me behind including the memories.
You don’t want someone who doesn’t know how to stay.
I am not afraid to shed the skin that once was warm with your touch. The familiarity I wore like an extra layer—one, for the longest time, I was too stubborn to take off.
Sometimes lost love is a reminder. Of who we are. Of our worth.
you will feel me when I leave
like all the threads that hold you together
This year, I’m letting go of people, of things, of feelings, of thoughts that aren’t mine to keep. That aren’t bringing me hope. That aren’t pushing me to be a better person or inspiring me to stand after I’ve fallen down.
Releasing is not synonymous with giving up. Releasing is space, new beginnings, and hope.
Every time you stayed, they showed why you should have left. Every time you stayed, they end up leaving first.
Being the one to leave doesn’t hurt any less, but it’s a different kind of hurt.
i hope one day, i
could say that
i was right in
choosing to leave