There are no clean goodbyes
So I'm making this one messy
I am painting it on the walls
The floor
The bed
Where you slept.
And watched me.
I wanted more
I couldn't quite catch your
Attention.
Or your
Direction.
I thought I was more
But turned out to be
Everything less.
So I don't let on
Moving fast
Moving farther
I did lie.
I did it twice.
And I won't do it again.
Until the next time
Anyway
All I can say is
I'm sticking around
Like a bad goodbye
I will paint your walls
Your ceiling
Until it's no goodbye at all.
I'm sorry I fell.
Where you could never fall.
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1 comment:
i love the title and the coontent, and the way you garbed your feelings so you could take yourself forward.
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