I told you that I wanted to die, but you shot
back and told me that if I held on, things
would get better.
Like I did not know that I would be okay
eventually. Always eventually.
It has been three years since you decided
to walk away, and I stayed,
even when you stopped holding my hand.
I needed to be coddled and I was very
You said that it was a trait that you loved
about me and I know that it was those very
same quirks that led to my oblivion.
After three years, I’m still holding onto your
words, waiting for the eventually that you
promised to arrive.
Without any tracking, I looked out the
window each and every day in hopes that
my eventually will have arrived.
I wanted to leave, but you made me stay.
I wanted to die, but you told me it’ll get