Walking Away
We both walked away. Who went first does not matter.
You could have held me close when I cried.
Allowing me to be vulnerable when I needed it the most.
You couldn’t handle it.
Choosing to walk away.
You could have fought a little harder.
Told me I was pretty more than once.
Held my hand.
Just showing that you wanted to be here.
But you chose to walk away.
You were my favorite.
You made me smile
Laughing harder than I thought I would.
But you were busy
Moving at 100mph while I moved at 25.
We both chose to walk away.
You met me when I was least expecting
Beautiful words meant for another
We tried to dance the tango
I was never a dancer
I chose to walk away.
Leaving you behind was harder than you’ll ever know.
I’ll pretend that it didn’t hurt
I’ll pretend that I knew it would never work.
The feelings I’ll never fake
The pain in my eyes
And maybe a glimpse in my smile.
About the Creator
Eclectically Creating
Writing to express things that do not always feel safe to speak outloud. Read to feel seen. Read to feel understood. And if these words reach just one that feels anything, than I am happy to have shared at all. Welcome...
Comments