amount to nothing, obviously.

[megansbook]

Even if you wanted it bad
i wouldn't give it to you.
I won't be yours.
again.
I left, backed out,
exited, whichever
vocabulary you choose.
I'm no longer around
You see not the reasons
why.
only the idea that i've gone
back on my words and promises.
I no longer loved myself with you.
My seperation was desperation
for another way out.
Travelling to far lands
just another excuse.
Nothing either of us didn't see
coming in the distant future.
I've found contentment
outside of your palace
paved in stone
hidden behind a
cemetary.
You don't have to do anything.
I ask nothing of you.
You can continue in whichever direction
you perfer.
I will not be following behind.
I will not be wishing you off.
I will not be watching your food
burning your food.
I will not be left to feel as
though I'm a let down.
I will not subject myself
to the 7 months of
dispare thinking up
a justifiable reason
to leave.
Because with you,
nothing is ever justifiable
or logical unless it
is ultimately what you want.
I am still beautiful.
I still exude light
but not in your living room,
not in your kitchen,
not in your bedroom.
I can see my own hands
and the scars they
bare from self inflicted
pain in unhealthy
states of depression
that was never
adressed for
long periods of time.
You hide me away.
You hid me away.
but you can't
bottle sunlight
and you could
never keep me there.

(MC)2

I only hope you find the same happiness that I have found out here.