When my tears overflow, I wonder: is it you I hate or is it me? The sun breaks through layers of curtains, colouring the room red. My heart is still beating even when each thump feels like a kick to the chest. Is it grief that leaves me broken or is it anger? Am I sad ’cause you’re gone or am I angry ’cause I’m not the one who cuts you off? Am I selfish for not wanting it to end or am I stupid for hanging onto something that’s destined to break apart?
How to say goodbye? He asked. Close the door and never come back, she said. How to explain the farewell? He asked. Give them a smile and say you no longer want to be around, she said. Wouldn’t they think that’s a lie? He asked.