note to self

“corridor” by christens on Pixabay
used under: CC0 Creative Commons

itʻs time.
cut the losses.
after all the shattered hopes.
after all the broken dreams.
after all that you were,
all that you are,
all that you wish to be,
swirls down the toilet
of every empty promise.
get the fuck out.
someday, you will look at this and realize that this is fucked up .
gather whatʻs left
collect the last bit of pride
you held, secret
in your heart
gather the remnants,
hopes,
dreams.
pack them there, in your heart.
and
get out. don’t look back.
better not to know, not to remember,
but you will,
you will
you always will
because you’re here.

get out. don’t look back.

i tell myself
over and
over
and

over

and