Moving On

I find myself drinking to feel numb because

feeling the absence of feeling

is better than feeling nothing at all,

right?

So these drunken words are my sober thoughts

and this, my dear, is my final depart.

I tried so hard not to run away, 

but I knew from the beginning that I would never stay.

For two and a half years I thought you kept my sanity,

but now I realize that all you did was cage me.

Each day I take one step further away from you

but know that I only hope the very best for you.

You need to know that I am not sorry for seeking my own happiness

because for the past few years I've given everything I had

to ensure that you would only grow stronger from this.

I can safely say I never feared the day I'd leave forever

because we both knew in our hearts that we were never any good together.

It's like finding all of the right love

in all of the wrong places

and waking up each day one hundred miles away from where your heart is.

Sweetheart, we both know that all good things must come to an end

and I fought to keep this relationship together time and time again.

But when you can't remember if you love them,

one must eventually come to terms with the fact that it's inevitably going to end.

And so love, it did.

And I'll never forget you, and our memories.

But that's all that you are now babe, a memory.

So I'll say again with my final depart,

I wish you the very best

and you'll always be in my heart.