I think what you did was right.
Ripped off the band-aid,
Demolished my castle in the air,
With a blunt wrecking ball.
The pain feels surreal this time,
Not sharp,
Not burning,
No tears in my eyes,
Although they threaten to encroach upon my plastered smile.
Just a numbness.
My arms feel weak.
My legs, heavy.
My brain, buzzing with static.
And my soul,
Weighed down.
Sure, I will bounce back!
This is after all, my story,
My feelings, my words.
My world, where I am allowed to be selfish,
Callous,
Self-centered,
Self-absorbed,
And filled with deep self-loathing.
Thank you though,
For reminding me what it feels like,
To want someone,
To want more than their body,
To want their being,
To want their soul,
To want their laughter,
And their soft touch
Thank you for reminding me,
That I still have a beating heart,
Beneath all those layers
Of put-on cynicism,
Scar tissue of years gone by,
The shell of fear
And the vehement opposition to change.
Thank you for your honesty,
Your sweet innocence,
And the time we had.
And despite the bitterness of my tired soul,
I wish you nothing but happiness.
Farewell, my love!
