If you were to
walk away,
I wouldn’t
stop you,
or chase you,
or try to
change
your mind.
I won’t
beg you
to stay
or make
false promises
we’ll find a way.
If you go
that’s on you.
there’s nothing
I can do.
So instead
I’ll hold my tongue,
fix a smile,
and though it hurts,
I’ll wish you well.
Not because
I want you
to go,
but because
I won’t fight
for someone
who has
given up.
It’s not pride.
It’s preservation.
When you leave,
you prove
how wrong
I was
to think
this time
would be
different,
or that you
were worthy
of me.
And that hurts.
But
it doesn’t hurt
nearly as much as
breaking myself
into pieces
to fit
a mould
I was never
born to belong.
So if you
walk away,
don’t look back
expecting me
in your wake.
Don’t change your mind
and try to stay.
You’re gone.
I was wrong.
But I’m moving on.
Bon voyage.
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