This poem won't rhyme, I won't even try
There will be no flow because this is not fiction. This is straight from the heart. Somebody told me I should say goodbye, and considering I'm leaving I ask myself why. What will it change if you knew the truth, would you believe it, or use it against me. I'm warring with myself on what I should do, just walk away or say goodbye to you. Even if I wrote exactly how I feel, would it even matter if you don't see it, or would I be putting myself in danger of you repeating it. I've been through it once, so it's not as if I have no reason to question. The question remains am I happy or sad, or somewhere in the middle. The confusion sets in from time to time. Am I fooling myself and living a lie? Or am I holding on to something that just isn't meant to be. Either way my time is ticking, I have less than two weeks.
© Malissa Nau