I told you you'd leave, made a promise that you wouldn't.
I tried not to believe you could stay, because you couldn't.
But I'm not mad.
And I do not blame you.
I might be sad.
But the feeling isn't that new.
Now I know this'll suck,
but our situation's outta luck.
So I guess if it's gonna hurt you, then I have to let you go.
Have to cut the tie, and we'll have to take this slow.
I'm always gonna be here,
prepared to try again.
So there's no need to fear,
don't let the Devil win.
I know this won't be easy.
I know it's gonna hurt.
But this isn't healthy, and doesn't help.
Our problem can't stay stealthy, and can't keep a silent yelp.
no more crying, no closed door.
Can't have another breakdown on the floor.
So I'm breathing in, holding back,
from texting you in a panic attack.
Yes, I love you, yes, it's true.
Yes, I miss you, but I hope you don't too.
Maybe we could try again, in the future, try explain.
But we can't keep pretending,
and put our fights on pending.
So for now, let's take a break, I don't know how
Just no more fake.
No more hurting, no more tears.
Learned to love from these past two years.
Things'll get better, I know they will.
But we kind need to take a break, so I'm staying still.
Pushing out the thoughts, making room for more.
A friendship of the sorts, we're breaking every law.
Hope to talk again, someday, though I don't know when.
Hope you know I love you, and I'll always be your friend.
And while this hurts, goodbye is not forever,
I promise I'll be here, so please never say never.
You're still the bestest friend.
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The Whispers Of The Souls, Captured In Verse. By Misty-V
PoesíaA variety of poems, written from my heart, my mind, and my sleep depravation. Read at the risk of your own sanity. xxx