Today marks my last. Well, not physically. But, mentally. Someone else will take over. Hog the spotlight and push me back in the darken. A thick red circle marks the unfortunate occasion on my wall. The letters addressed to you sprawled along my dresser. The paper discolored and warped from tears. I wish I could say goodbye the right way. Explain what's going on. Not on paper, but face to face. Explain that I may be gone, but I will always be on the sidelines. Cheering you on. Screaming and dancing, celebrating every achievement. This isn't goodbye, this is see you later. When the water has stilled. And the pain no longer takes hold of me and drags me further and further under the surface. My lead filled shoes pull me down. I wish I could stop it. Keep my head above water. Splash around. Fight the tide that rips me away and towards all the pain. But my arms are tired and I can't keep them moving. I see the love and support flowing around you , and I know I can finally let go. Let them take control. Trap my wrists behind my back until I lose the very last of my fight. I'll give up my light.
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My Head's Above Water
PoetryLosing the one you thought you'd have forever will really put things into perspective. Life and death, love and hate, the old and the new. Lay back and relax, we're getting over a heartbreak one miserable poem after the other.
