Life Through A Seaglass Lens

Me, Myself, and I

Worst Hello, Best Goodbye

My worst hello was unassuming, disguised in the robes of a blessing. It was not shown as my worst hello then, no, it was discovered after a betrayal, harsh and unforgiving. It was to a friend, or so I thought, and led to everything that I feared, with false whispers carried to me in the wind.

It distracted me with soft words, while a blade was taken and pushed deep into my back. I bled for that friendship, I suffered, and all the while I was the only one who put any effort into it, and ultimately, once I realized that I deserved better, my worst hello led to my best goodbye.

My best goodbye was a bitter one, but not on my part. For me that goodbye was like shattering the shackles that had chained me in despair. It was the very definition of freedom, launching me into clear skies after staying in stormy clouds for so long. It was improvising after having a script written for you for so long.

Why did I say goodbye? It is a simple matter of respect, for me, for if she could not respect me then why should I stick around? I deserve better that I got out of that friendship, and though she may not understand my reasoning, that is not of my concern.

She didn't realize that although I try so hard to help people, I do have a limit. I cannot help people if I cannot help myself, and at that moment I broke. I said that I couldn't, I couldn't put others above myself any longer if it meant harming myself. I expected an understanding, of course, but no. What I got was shame, what I got was her saying that I owe people my very well being, that all that I had gone through didn't matter, for others had gone through more.

But my pain is valid. I knew that, and when she could not realize that, I cut ties. A wolf in sheep's clothing had done its damage, but no longer. I said goodbye, though she took it as a joke. I was not kidding. My health is above some person trying to hurt me, and I will not hesitate to leave. My worst hello led to my best goodbye, and now all of the betrayal is behind me as I stride into the horizon of opportunity, leaving her and all else that hurt me in the rubble of when I cared.

My Mind

My head can be confusing,
Yes, without a doubt,
So here's a handy tour
To just lay it all out.

First a cage of Fleeting Thoughts,
That run rampant through my head
Some are awful, nasty creatures.
I much prefer daydreams instead.

Now, take a left,
And there you shall see!
The fundamental building blocks
Of what makes me, me.

The hufflepuff attributes,
Such as loyal, just and kind,
But do your digging, you will find
That many more exist inside.

Keep moving forward,
Before the walls begin to grow
For my mind doesn't like intruders
Knowing what I know.

Ah yes, the Archives!
Full of facts that I have stored
Some are good, some random,
From scholar to meme-lord.

What wasted space, but nevermind,
We've got bigger fish to fry.

And now my little writing guy,
He's pretty chill.
He works in a cluttered office
And moniters my writing skill.

He thinks of rhymes and silly times
To put in a poetry book,
Or of angsty situations
That are stored where I can only look.

Let's just slip past him,
To the room labeled 'mine!'
These here are my secrets,
I'll give you an outline.

The biggest one, well
That's of course my heart.
What happened to it,
And why it fell apart.

Now moving on, The Boxes,
It's stuffed full, usually.
This is the backburner
Of all the suff I will need.

I could put here recipes,
Or maybe comebacks of spite
Or, potential cliché tropes
Of which I want to write.

And finally, in conclusion,
The last thing to view
A sequence of events
That lead me straight to you.

(Now, quick, you have to leave
Or the walls will trap you here
Then, and only then,
Will you know true fear.)