Strength

Strong does not mean unfeeling.

I feel every prick of guilt.

Every thought of you sends me spiraling into misery. 

I drown in tears,

the great pool of your loss.

But I don't go back. 

I almost wish you hated me for leaving.

I wish you cared enough to hate me.

But you never did.

And I know now that you never will.

You may think me weak for not staying, 

but I was just strong enough to leave.