You're saying 'goodbye for now'
but I know that means 'goodbye forever.'
I wonder if you secretly know it is too.
I wonder when I move on if you will think of me as the one that got away.
I will move on,
I must move on,
I have to convince myself I will.
I don't know if you will get better,
or if you will choose to,
but if you do I know it will take a while.
A long time.
And it's all your fault you waited this long.
I'm so mad at you for not reaching out for help earlier because then maybe we could've been together now.
I wonder if you're mad at yourself for it too.