'Cause all this time I'd reached out for your hand, only to always be just out of reach.
You weren't willing to reach back out to me,
And so as days go on and I don't see you anymore,
I find myself growing and creating a better me than I ever could have thought myself when I was being tainted with your poisonous energies.
Your words and your actions that I didn't know could pollute my own thinking.
And so now I wonder the possible meaning of your absence and it's correlation with my flourishing identity.
I wonder if,
Maybe it's better if you stay gone.
