Balloon Animal

I’m sure you had a logical reason
for quietly leaving me behind,
a justifiable synopsis
that made drifting away effortless.
I was confused and hurt,
like a wild animal almost tame
but not quite.
You were my balloon outside the carnival gate,
all those years ago.
So,

what if I breathe in
then out
and drop the string I held too long for you?
There is pleasure in that,
in being weightless for a while.

Dearest,
We live in different worlds,
you in a brain
and I in a heart.
So,

this is how I say

Goodbye.

 

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Breathe, breathe, what else is there to do?

 

 

 

 

The same thing it’s always done, but it’s smarter this time…sneakier, more patient with its plans for you.
You don’t ask for help anymore. I say again to myself, “This isn’t about me.”
I need to breathe.
The responsibility isn’t mine to fix you. Besides, some of us like to remain broken.
It’s safer that way.
Comfortable.
We know the hole we’re sitting in, like a cozy friend – even though it makes us dirty and cold.
I hear it whispering to you, and you think it’s yourself…not it. In this, it wins.
It’s torture.
I can’t take it.
Breathe….
and let go.
“This isn’t about me.”…
even though it hurts like hell.