My Exit

This is my cue... Goodbye.

My Exit

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Walking through the hallways.

Trying to avoid you.

You find me.

You speak to me.

I speak back to you.

You tell a joke.

I laugh.

You walk off to class.

I walk into my class.

Filled with regret.

I was trying to avoid you.

But I spoke to you.

This repeats.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

Now I know.

It’s hard to put an end,

to something that you keep beginning.

Over and over again.

I hate you.

I hate how kind you are.

I hate how funny you are.

I hate how talented you are.

I hate our memories.

I hate that you made them so special.

I hate that I looked forward to them

I hate that they mean nothing to you.

I hate that I don’t fit into your categories.

I hate that my friend could.

I hate that I couldn’t be good enough.

I hate that you would ignore that.

You don’t understand.

You use these categories to make it easier.

So you can pick and choose.

As if you know what you want.

You don’t.

I’ve seen it.

You don’t treat people the way you treat me.

Yet you overlook that.

Because of your categories.

I think you are about to make a big mistake.

I think you will regret it.

But I can’t promise you that.

You’re supposed to make this mistake.

I know it.

We all make this mistake.

Because we are all lonely.

But if you think back on everything.

Can’t you see it?

Will you choose to see it?

Or will you choose to be blind?

This hurts for me to say.

It hurts for me to think.

It hurts for me to write..

This.

Eventually you’ll just be a couple of memories.

I don’t think that you want that.

But I could be wrong.

I hope I’m right.

I usually am when it comes to you.

If I’m wrong. 

Then this is my exit.

This is it.

I think you care.

More than you think you do.

I’m sorry I won’t be there when you realize.

That’s my cue.

Goodbye.

Author's Note

Maybe we will meet again.