A Collection of Poems (Publishing)

farewell.

It wasn't your fault.

Before I started explaining why I did it, I just wanted to put that out there.

It wasn't your fault.

No one had any fault in this but me. It was my decision. It was I who took action.

It's like they say; Don't be sad because it's over, be happy that it happened.

I've found myself thinking about that quote a lot lately.

I've been thinking a lot actually.
About a lot of things.

The way the clouds give way to the sun in the mornings.

The way the air spreads itself around every little surface possible.

The way the leaves tremble due to the wind, and how they fall,

slowly
delicately
then at once.

The way my smile has slowly faded into a slight grin.

The way my eyes bag around my face.

The way my heart swells up when I think.

Yet all these things weren't in my mind when I did it.

Actually nothing was.

I was numb.

I was empty.

I was choked up and incarcerated in myself.

But when I gave in, I felt free.

I felt as weightless as a feather.

And as much as I hate saying it,

I do not regret a thing.