You left right when you needed to...

[skirtedjane]

You left.

You left your change on my couch. You left your smell in my bed--a smell of desperation and addiction, a smell I didn't particularly care for.

You left my bed in the middle of the night. Frankly, I thought you had left altogether, 'cept I caught a glimpse of your cowboy boots in the morning. Too bad you haven't got those cowboy ways or those cowboy dreams. Instead, you've got dreams of something else, some lingering feeling of accomplishment and existentialism.

You left your awkward sense of self on the floor with your wadded up clothes. They were left laying, while you left lying to yourself.

You left and your going didn't phase me.
You left when you hadn't even come.