fin

[forty nine]

the last the final the final breath
gasping and looking for a way out
but there isn't, you've left no escape
so I take your bait and look desperately behind
I looked back, you looked inside
I let you wash over me, I let you steal
my heart and my hopes and my wishes
and I let you do this, without questioning why
or begging,
except I did, because this was not right
it is not right
but I let you do it anyway, and I know
that someday
just maybe there is a possibility
that you will miss me too.

focus: on the betrayal, hurt, anziety, loneliness, rage, defeat, sadness, and hope that I've felt over the past month, and sort of an ode to poetry aka ITS DONE!