The Intimacy of Leaving
You never know
just how much time you have left
with someone you call
“Heaven-sent”
The emotional battle of having your heart
ripped, still beating, from your chest
Where the person you’d never guess,
wields the weapon of your distress
The intimacy of being careless,
Heartless,
Stone-cold,
And everything, but bold,
in this depressing state of absence.
A love story never told.
Just a pawn in your game,
something battered and torn,
Washed and worn.
And yet I still stay
The nights I cried
The nights you gave up
The times you lied
And it was never enough
To send me away
Far away from this place
Just a pawn in your game
I tend to think
Late at night
That I’m doing this out of spite
Not for you or me,
But for someone who doesn’t know I’m alive
How can I leave when you left first
and punish someone who knows not my name,
another pawn in your game
so yet we’re the same
I can’t become you,
I refuse too
So I stick around like morning dew
And watch the same view
The intimacy of leaving,
is that while you can,
I can’t.
I can’t bring myself to do what you do
that makes me turn a deep sick hue
the intimacy of leaving is the already left
the “too far gone”’s and the effed
I’m too damned to be normal
but too numb to be horrible
the intimacy of leaving,
Is that one leaves
while the other stays bleeding
