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Goodbye to the man who saved me from

myself,

the nights I wanted to jump in my car and drive

weeping graceful tears for no one those nights

I decided I would leave no note on the dashboard cause

what words could ever describe

pain like this?



Goodbye to the man who I could not save.

I watch him drown in my refusal,

blaming me for leaving and giving me no credit

for calling

and saying

im staying

around to hear how the rest of your life plays out.

he hung up on me.



Goodbye to the poems I used to write about first love,

first love is over and for all the times I tried not

to damn myself by predicting I'd forget every perfect moment of it,

I did.

His face is a blur as my face will be a blur to

every person I love, a picture with no emotion,

a textbook cut out or

a bad aftertaste.



Goodbye to the days I spent infatuated with youth,

I loved making my body more powerful than my mind,

but it just doesn't work that way anymore.

There is no one to decieve here and no games to play.

Empathy is effortless,

and boys call it low maintenance,

and hell, its true.

Who am I if I am nothing to you.



I stand

white and alone but not newborn

I have fear and shame

knowledge of what is to come

and a backpack of hate

that the people I said goodbye to

still carry for me.