it's time to dry my eyes,
time to muffle these cries,
pack up and go.
it's been a long time coming, but it was leading up to this point, ya know?
you do know, you've always known,
that there'd be a time where you just wanted to be on your own.
off doing your own thing, substituting love with things that are less painful in the long run.
i know in my heart that you're the one.
but reality says that - you're the one for me, i'm just not the one for you.
i've been running with my eyes closed, not looking at what's true
because the truth killed me.
mentally. physically. emotionally
drained me, and only when there were those times of "happy"
was i re-engergized; those were the times i felt you really enjoyed having me.
but none of that matters now, does it?
because tomorrow i take bay transit
straight to greyhound and i leave here forever.
but do me a favor? when someone asks if i went because i stopped loving you, tell them "never"..
*these are the last few tears i cry,
*the last piece i scribe.
*the last time i feel.
as i say my... bittersweet goodbye.