Stuck on GoodbyeA Poem by H.M. EccherOriginal date: 12-15-09
I told you I'd be better this way,
though "goodbye" is something I hate. I tried it out, let it fall on my tongue, and now it tastes sour from what I have done. How could I so eagerly listen to them?! Oh right, it's because I call them my friends. I feel like they're wrong, but I know they're not. Still, I feel like I've been put on the spot. I'm choking up, hurting, what have I done? I know that my choice might have been the wrong one, but why should I call myself a monster? What if they're right? But I'm just not sure. The truth is, the real truth, the truth that is true is the truth that I honestly, really miss you. But since the first day, when I said that first "yes," my heart and my lungs all felt compressed like I had to be perfect so that you'd be pleased, but pleasing for you is not easy for me. I either feel like I'm pretty, or I must be useless. That's how I knew that I just can't do this! © 2013 H.M. Eccher |
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