You were temporary, and I
knew you would be temporary, and it was okay. I told myself
that when we were done, I wouldn’t let a bad ending ruin
a good thing and that I would be grateful for having you in my
life. I was wrong.
You were temporary, and I
knew you would be temporary, and it was okay. But you left, and
you did it while my back was turned and you did it without even
calling a goodbye over your shoulder.
I am a hard one to
convince that an affection is true, but you tried, and you
tried, and you finally did it. You finally did it.
You did it.
And then you left.
I found out from a
subtweet over Twitter. How romantic.
I had promised myself
that I was probably a rebound and that it would be okay because
you were happy with me and I was happy with you. You were
temporary, and I knew you would be temporary, and it was okay.
And I was happy. I don’t know anymore if you were. If you
had been, you probably would never have touched the door
out.
But you did. And your
Tumblr is still as sad as ever and I have my gaze on a guy I
won’t pursue who would probably be my own rebound anyway.
So I will sit here with just wandering eyes because I refuse to
make people believe I’d stay before getting up to
leave.
Who’s happy
now?
You were temporary, and
I knew you would be temporary, and it was okay. I’m not
sure if it’s okay anymore. I meant to float down, not be
dropped. But I guess it never meant that much to you
anyway.
By the way, please stop
telling me about your incessant kindness. I don’t believe
you.
You were temporary, and
I knew you would be temporary, and it was okay. You know, at
least I can look you in the eye, because you don’t know
about how you stomped on my chest. You don’t know, so you
slide out of my life, pretending like I don’t notice, and
your name means less and less to me each day.
You were temporary, and
I knew you would be temporary, and it was okay. Your skin is no
longer a battery that charges the air around you and your lips
are not saints but only lips that manufacture words I
don’t really care about anymore.
You were temporary, and
I knew you would be temporary, and it is okay.