You think I would just let you throw me away,

That I would accept the descent, 

the deceit?

The memories,

Our memories,

still dance in the back of my head,

golds and blues twisting and turning 

fashioning themselves into two laughing kids who cared for each other. 

Fast friends is what we were - Marigolds, 

budding then blooming in the sweet sweltering summer sun.

White teeth baring down at a flickering phone screen,

its pixles displaying soft secrets-confessions. 

Naive.

You warned me inbetween the lines of text we shared, 

and through foolish, impulsive touches 

I forgot. 

And as the new fall and winter months wore on

we

decayed, wilting in the cold uncaring soil. 

To the very end, my thin roots reached for warmth that wasn't there, 

warmth and care you never Wanted to give. 

So I uprooted myself from our sulfurous situation,

and dangling from my decayed foundation was rotted clumps of 

My anger,

Your Inaction, 

and

Our residual admiration.  

So with dirty hands and a pounding haert I was out of the unstable soil. 

And you, 

You watched me go, 

watched me stumble away, 

and you'll never hear from me again. 

I was damn serious when I told you I was saying goodbye,

When I held you accountable for what you'd done.

and I'll miss the old You, who looked at me with adoration 

with l o v e ? 

But that You is dead.

GOODBYE.