“Goodbye”

I tried.

I tried so hard to not be angry.

Anger doesn’t help a thing.

I hid it all with the first time.

I let things go, I thought I’d be fine.

You came back to me; you gave me a gift, your heart.

I was happy, I felt enough to love.

Weeks later, you stole it right back.

Your pieces were far from being mended.

I tried to put them back together and still came out on bottom.

She’s not even here. She’s gone.

She’s been gone for awhile.

She hurt you.

I’m standing right in front of you.

I’ve done nothing but love, hold and take care of you.

I am here.

I never hurt you.

And she still wins.

Our minds were in sync: miles apart and we both new that something was wrong.

We fell together and got back up.

But, not this time…

She had a piece of you that you’ve never given up before.

And you let her keep it.

I refuse to love the memory you’re tied to.

I’ll never have a piece of you without having a piece of her.

And that’s enough to say goodbye…