You once left me wistful, with my empty arms drawn out in your direction. You once left me lonely, with a sent message that received no reply. You once left me saturnine, with all the time I had to spend without you near.
I'm writing this because I just wanted you to know that I'm done allowing you to leave me in a billion shades of sadness. Too many half-hearted, gloomy colored adjectives were wasted on you, and you never deserved even one. I deserved to spend my time on myself, not on chasing a pen around my thoughts of you.
This is not me hating you, this is me taking time for myself, now that I know better. This is looking on to better days, on my own and without you glued to my side. You were never an extension of me, only an accidentally accumulated piece that took me much too long to amputate.
I'm free now, free from your invisible shackles. No one else could see how you kept me, not even you yourself. I feel so beautiful now; my mind is a secret garden that I've locked you out of. Please don't try to get in anymore, leave me alone for good now.
I used to miss you, but now I only miss the reason why we met. I am all I'll ever need, so it makes sense to leave you out of the equation from now on. I'm okay. I'm living a fulfilled life on my own, tending to my garden carefully.
Goodbye, almost lover. You were hardly even an almost. I'm happy here, by myself with no you to ruin my beautiful mind. No longer wistful, lonely, or saturnine: I am free.
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Self Deception
PoesíaPoetry 2017 And if I burn out in a fit of psychosis, remember me as a young god, with that smile made of daggers, even if I was the most dangerous thing you could've touched. Perhaps all that danger comes from the multiple personalities, but all I...
