Goodbyes are getting old.
I'm getting tired of begging you not to go.
Next time go ahead and go.
Next time go ahead and fold.
This relationship is full of so much hatred.
Next time don't even try and hold,
My hand.
Just leave me alone.
For good.
Because you thought I wasn't enough.
Now you want to make love to me?
Cry me a river.
Then swim in it.
And drown in your regrets.
And leave me,
Just forget.
Because goodbyes are getting old.
Next time,
Just know.
That no means no.
Just go ahead and go.
I'm not holding you here,
Anymore.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
