The Truth Is, I Never Got The Goodbye I Deserve

I trusted him and his arms were the place I felt the safest. Until one day, destiny ripped me off of him and tossed me far away without a warning.

I’m still sore. I’m still bruised. I still didn’t get my goodbye. I didn’t get a warning that he would leave. Love was there once, I felt it. I know he loved me. I know it because of the way he looked at me, because of the way he touched me, and then it all disappeared. He didn’t love me anymore, he didn’t look at me at all, and his touch felt different, strange. That day, he just left.

The moment he walked out, we became strangers once again, like we were before we met. He took the memory of me and stored it in the lost and found box with the intention to never find it again. He knew what he was doing. He planned it all along but he never had the courage to tell me. So, he chose the worst way to leave, without even saying goodbye.

I couldn’t do that. I’m still waiting for my closure. I’m still waiting for the reason why love has forsaken me, why it spat in my face, why it made me feel like I didn’t deserve it.

I don’t know if that day will ever come. I don’t know if I’m getting myself back ever again. Those round circles around my eyes are getting darker and that blunt look is fading slowly, like it never existed…

Like I never existed…

Like we never existed…

Maybe we never did.