I should have said goodbye years ago, the first time you wanted to, the second time, the tenth. But I wasn’t the only one saying let’s give it one more chance, I wasn’t the only one holding on. I wake up tired every morning, crying alone in bed, looking at the space you took up and picturing you there welcoming me into your waiting arms. I cry because I am starved for touch. I cry because of you. The line between me handling it and having a breakdown is paper thin. I’ve been holding myself together with scotch tape and holiday ribbons while I look at our beautiful tree through more tears. We should be having our best Christmas ever but I wish we could skip right to the new year. What did I always say about our relationship? In the event of failure, we will not be friends. You will leave here, and then we’ll finally be gone, when we never should have began.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: one more, paper thin, and in the event of failure.