Won't Be Missed

A heavy heart, it pulls me down and I hit the ground with the emptiness you left me with. And I haven’t heard from you since the last time we met up to talk about last few months. You’ve been away, and now I miss you every day. But I’ve felt worse, and I can’t say that it’s worth it holding on like this. I think I’ll make my getaway. So take your rose and get me off this ship. I want no part in this, and with a twisted gut it makes me sick. Keep your clever lines to yourself and trust me, I know how I felt about this. This won’t be missed. And I know I’m just a bother to you now, well suck it up. The table’s turned, and situations change, and I feel alive. This is where I say what I want. This is where I do what I can. This is me. This is my life. I won’t ever need you. Of all the times you could’ve told me off you waited for the worst one. (Why did you wait so long? Why did you wait so long?) I tried my hardest to heal these wounds, but there’s a hole from where you walked right through me. And there’s nothing left. There’s nothing here at all. I lay next to your imprint every night I sleep and I dream about the weight you placed on my heart and on these sheets. And you won’t hear “Sorry” for those things I said, I meant it all. You’re lucky I fucking called.