Broken Goodbye

When someone would rather deal with their demons on their own than with you, you know you've fucked up.

It's time to go.
I said I would stay. I want to but now the arms that use to hold me run away.
There isn't any forgiveness.
The hesitation doesn't exist.
Without trust this flower can't bloom. It's not there.

I wanted to wait. I wanted to return to the Happy Mess. I still do.
Yet, this new book has changing characters. Nothing is the same.
The papers have been crumbled and now, try as I may they won't return to their cool, crisp, edges.

It's worked before.
Opening up. Being vulnerable. Letting all the flaws show.
Someone cried. Someone listened.
The key to it working was that the people were reversed.

I'm too soft. I would always forgive and say yes.

Now, it's too different. Too difficult.
My flaws and vulnerability isn't enough.

Keep on, keep moving on.
It will still hurt, letting go always hurts but I must accept that this will never be the same. The Happy Mess won't return anymore.

It all changes when both are neither happy nor in love. It hurts.
You'll get numbers and smiles. You'll get better.

It's time to go. No one wants you to stay.