Leaving.

A word im afraid of.

I hate when people leave.

So when we started dating, I was terrified you’d leave me.

But it turned out to be the opposite.

As the honeymoon phase ended.

I started to see the true you.

I started to see how much you wanted that control over me, tearing me down just to get it.

I wanted to grow with you, you wanted you to fix me.

Leaving.

A word I was afraid of when we first started dating, that soon became a word of freedom.

Leaving.

I was leaving.

And when I did I felt free.

My happiness overthrew my sadness.

Leaving.

Something I should’ve done a long time before.

But I was blinded by love.

But when I did leave.

It felt fucking great.

Because you hid my worth and ruined me.

So I decided for the best that I was,

Leaving.