Goodbyes
“goodbyes”
from a list of messages never sent.
You told me it was unfair
For me to get up and walk away
But did you not see
All of the ways you hurt me?
Do you not remember
All of the times you let me down?
I guess that’s just how it is.
Some of us pick and choose
What we wish to remember
And who we paint ourselves as.
The thing is,
I choose to remember
That I am stronger than this.
So, I no longer wish
To give you the power
To hurt me, anymore.
That choice is on me.
This poem is about:
Me