(no subject)
If you weren't ready
I would have waited.
If you weren't sure
I was ready to stand strong against all tides of doubt.
I once believed that love could cover any distance and bring anyone together.
I know now that this is true -- but only for my part.
I should be upset at how you have been acting.
I should be mad at how you ignored me.
I should be angry at how you abandoned me.
I should be furious about how you chose to break my heart.
But I am not.
I will not fall under the weight of loss.
I will not become someone I am not.
I WILL NOT SUCCUMB TO SORROW-
-Not while I still draw breath.
The pain will not destroy me.
But:
I
do
not
forgive
you.
I no longer call you "friend."
I go forward with hope.
Hope that no longer slinks alone, felinae.
... Again the lonely traveler.