Goodbye

I said goodbye to you today.

Ripping that last twisted shred of you from the very core of my heart hurt deeply

and left me bleeding and torn,

shreds of memories and misconceptions hanging from my soul,

bloody and limp, exposed to the daylight.

But, like a cancer, it was killing me.

I might not have made it if I hadn't terminated that poisoned piece of you in me.

So I store that darkness in these pages

and pictures of our past.

I close the story of us and place it tenderly

on the dusty bookshelf amongst the ruins of other wasted loves,

the spines broken and yellow pages brittle and feathered.

Goodbye.