It’s easier to say goodbye to the ones who hurt us,
The ones who broke our hearts, who lied to our faces or stabbed us in the back,
But sometimes goodbyes aren’t cut and dry,
They’re not always “I hate you”, or “You did such and such a thing, and I can’t forgive you.”
Sometimes people just move on,
The friendships just stop making sense, and no matter how hard you want to get back what you had, it doesn’t work anymore.
Those are the hardest goodbyes.
Is this all that we have left?
Are we nothing but good love gone bad?
A strong bond, torn to shreds?
Were we doomed from beginning to end?
Was I not enough for you?
Do all friendships end in heartache?
Was our good, good enough to outweigh the pain?
Can I do anything to change the outcome?
Or must I let you go?
I miss you tonight, and I know I’m not the first to feel this way, and I doubt I’ll be the last.
Sometimes I wonder what you told her to make her fall in love with you.
You always had a way with words that made me want to write you down on every scrap of paper I had. Then when you took off the first time, I bled all of the compliments you paid me into my bathroom towels, and burned the poems you inspired, and I wanted to tell you not to come back but the hands of loneliness wrapped around my throat and wouldn’t release me until you came around again.
A Rambler In Bloom 