Undara (Part Two)

I think the irony is that it wasn’t the love inside the relationship that ended it for me, but it was the aftermath.

Part of me wishes I could have told you earlier. Maybe our ending worked out better this way.

We tried to compromise and we couldn’t do it, I feel guilty about that, maybe I wasn’t direct enough.

It got worse as soon as I walked out of the door.

It got worse when you ignored me at that show.

I told you everything until I couldn’t. When I tried to tell you, you said you couldn’t hear it.

I was going to wait; I would wait at markets, with hidden messages or until the planets aligned. Until the straw broke my back.

It was after I saw you with our mutuals, dating somewhere I swear I watched you meet. Everything is still a little blurry though.

When I watched you dance with her at a concert, singing the songs I played for you. You danced the way that we used to dance.

The straws added up, maybe you were carrying too many as well. At least we won’t have to carry each other anymore.

For the longest time, I wanted to be a sense of peace, a service that you could depend on.

It all changed when I chose to take your picture out of my frame.

I think I’ll set it aside for now, leaving it open to someone new.

Keep our friends, I think they liked you more anyway. I’ll start again, you know that’s what I do best.

I’m glad you turned me down, so I never lost my way and built your hopes back up again.

You had your reasons and now I know mine.

I’ll never tell you the truth about what happened. I fear you might think it’s a lie, I think that’s what hurts me the most.

You never left my mind, even after you told me you were too out of love to listen to me cry.