This Time, I Left (Poem #69)

I was the one who left this time

but it’s not something I could proudly say

some girls left for another guy

some girls left because they had enough

but I left because I had too much

It has always been harder

for the person left behind

but don’t you think it could’ve been worse

for the person leaving too?

The reason for their departure stabs them each day

they’d say, “finally I managed to leave this time”

but those words always ends with:

“I wish what you did

was something you could simply undo

I never wanted to leave you

and I wish it never got to the point where I had to.”
❤️