I hate goodbyes, yet I divulge myself to the idea that everyone’s going to leave, and that’s what I fear the most. For some reason I couldn’t fathom, I realized we came this far. It’s inevitable and it happened in a snap of time.
This is the part where two friends become sensitive. What was meant to be only a skill (v.) turned out to be an adjective then it spread fast, like how words are meant to be heard and spoken. Sensitivity was not a big deal, then it turned out to be revenge.
This is the part where you get a taste of what it feels like to be in someone else’s shoe, but the consequences will never be the same for any situation. I respect your mad and hurting, but did you know your hurt me too?
This is the part to use words in something that could make a better world, but you chose to keep your mouth shut. You chose to be quiet, and there I find that some words are better left unsaid.
This is the part where everything is too late. Too late for talks, too late for apologies… no one’s going to give up the fight anyway.
This is the part where “I don’t want to see you ever again, stay with your b*tches” could be used. The part where no one‘s mature enough to let go.
The part where words are needed yet are hiding under the pocketful of anger. The part that toxicity is consuming and all it has left is pain.
This is the part where I bid goodbye.
To Whom It May Concern 