Parting Station

This rollercoaster has done way too many laps.

As it came into the station, my body could finally relax.

I unlocked the seatbelt and stepped out.

People, in their excitement rushed,

But I was so still,

Just knowing what love was not about.

Now I am cooking rice in my kitchen,

Making myself a healthy meal.

My candles are glowing, and I feel at peace.

Looking out my window, you are out there far away,

Busy eating dates and chocolate, and playing your stupid games.

Maybe my attachment was all about feeling alive?

Yes, you made me crazy,

But neither of us enjoyed the ride.

So should we buy the pictures, of us on the descent?

Or grab cotton candy to be fooled by happy chemicals again?

The moment when I knew it; I would never be heard. 

Was the moment I told you my darkest secrets, and you didn’t say a word.

Why did I push it so far? 

To have something to write about one day? 

Or am I just addicted, to this fucking pain?

So no thanks to cotton candy, I will sit here with my pen, 

Knowing this was us - and the journey reached the end.

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