Ode to Goodbye

I am saying goodbye to the life I once lived. Or maybe to the life I thought I had.

I've had this days before. Days of saying goodbye. Felt I was already brave enough to turn my back.

But somehow, someway, I still get to swing my back around and go back. Bruised. Stupid. But back. Again and again. A never ending cycle of drama. wanting to be noticed, longed to be seen.

I guess I have to be braver now, huh? There's just no turning back.

I should be happy about the liberation. I should be happy with the change.

But I don't.

It breaks my heart to know that when I walked off, you just let me.

Like I didn't matter.