I am fading; each day, slowly but surely, from your mind.
I am constantly competing with the ghost of your version of me. I laugh as you wish & dress as you like.
But are you satisfied?
I need to tell myself that I have to let go. Of you. Of us. Because I deserve better. We deserve better.
And while I'm rediscovering myself, I don't want to hear about your bad days or be your comforting pillow to run to. Not anymore.
I know; you need me. But right now, I need myself more.
This is goodbye.
- Unknown
