Standing at
over six feet tall
you had never
felt so small.
The tears
are streaming
down your face,
as you plead
with her not to
pack her case.
You tell her
that you can change.
Too late, she says
it’s all arranged.
She has had to put up
with all your moods,
along with your
meaningless platitudes.
Now she is leaving
and nothing you can say
will change her mind
and make her stay.
I hope this is fictitious and is not happening to you!
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I think I do have to go. I thought I could stay. But.. I might have to leave after all… I wanted to stay. But… I don’t know if I will be able to…
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Be gentle on yourself.
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I… don’t even know. If it is myself or the world that will hurt.
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The world will never hurt.
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