It’s over

Finally done with

No more stale hellos

No more shrinking myself for the sake of your largeness

No more blinding light from your bright ideas

I have ideas too

And they are bigger than your voice will ever be

Brighter than the light of a thousand suns

I have dreams, you see

Dreams that cradle me at night better than your arms

Wants that fit on my tongue finer than your name

Or your wants or your empty aspirations

My ideas could devour yours and still feel hunger claw at their stomachs

“Good bye.”

Those two words never tasted so sweet.

“Good bye, good bye, good bye.”

I don’t want to hear your pleas of second chances when your fourth has come and gone

You’ve stolen enough of my time from me

Now I am taking every second back from your greedy hands

And I won’t use my largeness to make others feel small

I will wrap them in my intentions to keep them warm as they sprout their own

I will lift them up high and bathe in their star-light

While you will be stuck in the lonely starless nights of your wants

Good bye.

There is no sorrow in our parting; only sweetness.