Bon Voyage

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.