Goodbye from her

“Love” – The reason I dislike that word is because it means too much for me, far more than you can understand.”

Her heart gone silent, a silence that hurts

She is happy but she is a little sad.

Trying to figure out all she really had

Got scars on her heart by touching few people, felt like she was dying

Only because she let herself scream without even crying

Being madly in love and still not ready

But hanging in tight and holding it steady

She loved you in a way you have never been loved and still not going to join you on the bridge

She is drinking 3 kinds of poison and driving life off the ridge.

Her heart goes through a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves, until nothing remains

It will hold you up there till the last breath even if that means that it pains.

Let her keep the last piece of her heart before you tear it all apart.

Straining under the weight of all the lives she is not living, sometimes she can hear her bones.

She now sees the difference between “living on my own” and “being alone”

Been there now and then, now been here for years.

The secret place she landed is known as the land of tears

She smiles her sorrows away, still chained with her past
Hurts her every time she says goodbye, and you would never know which one is the last.