Burn The House

You poured the fuel; I lit the matches. This house was rushed and it took far too long to burn it down. I only hope I can let go of this before it lets go of me. I can’t nor will I ever say it didn’t hurt. The lingering sting still haunts me. I wish it could’ve been mended but this house was built on nothing but sand. I should've seen it coming. I honestly probably did. There's just something about the blissful ignorance of falling in love that makes you wish that the end weren't so inevitable. It almost feels like a good dream that ends every morning. Like I relive the same homely feeling every night just for it to be ripped away. Every time I see you now I have a feeling in my heart like that of an empty stomach. All I can do is turn it away. You used to want to insist we remained friends. Now that seems like nothing but a ruse.

There is nothing left for me to do but burn it down. To shatter every mirror in this dilapidated house, and to light the fuel you left in place. There is no point left in trying to change this. There is nothing left but to leave it behind and to never look back. I can't pretend this is going to be easy, but when is it ever. I must do it for myself. I have to finally do something for me. I've tried to get through to you, and I've tried to fix it, but time and time again it is clear that fixed is not what you want. I just wish you had told me that sooner.

I do hope we can see each other again one day. And I do hope that you can remember me the same way as that of how I remember you, but for now, there is nothing left to say but our goodbyes, and it seems I'm the only one left who hasn't spoken. I hope this isn't to your detriment as your words were to mine. Tonight I leave, and I never look back. It's time for me to find somewhere else to call home. It's time that I stop longing for the embrace I once got and move to find a new embrace. I wish you well. Goodbye.