I can't help but wonder if it's easier for you to leave now, but then I have to laugh and remind myself that I was was probably nothing to you anyway.
You tell me I'll be happier this way and I shake my head and say that happiness is a dangerous thing. You squeeze my hand and I tell you that this kind of happiness is something like dropping your favorite glass and walking across the shattered pieces barefoot and you look at me like maybe I might be crazy. And I probably am. What kind of person has a favorite glass anyway?
I want to know if it would hurt you to walk barefoot across the broken pieces that used to be me but I don't ask because I've already said enough stupid things today and, well, because honestly I'm not sure I want to hear the answer. Your dropping me shouldn't have left me shattered. I barely know you.
It doesn't change that this hurts.
When you hug me it's clear that this is the last one I'm ever going to get from you. I wonder if we'll ever talk again and that scares me and tears well up in my eyes but I blink them back like I've done so many times before.
I know what you're going to do next and I close my eyes because I'm not sure I can handle it. For the briefest of seconds your lips are pressed gently against my forehead.
"Goodbye, sweetie."
When I open my eyes, you're gone.


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For those for you who know me, please don't read too far into this. I know how it sounds/who it sounds like. IT REALLY DIDN'T AFFECT ME THAT MUCH. I'm just using a situation I was in and...stretching it a bit. And thank God for it, too. I've missed writing.

And I'm not really sure why I felt the need to explain that. Oh well.

Anyways, I've been experimenting with run-on sentences lately...I like them =]