i chased you
in a toxic bid to feel better
i chased you
but to you
i was just an escape route
a getaway driver
a one way ticket
when i had counted on a return journey
and that’s how you left me
once you’d got what you needed
where you wanted
in those muggy streets
that, oh, should’ve been mine
alone
you rode my high
let my waves carry you
further than you’d ever been
don’t chase after things you don’t need
in hopes you’ll feel something you don’t want to feel
because i guarantee you
you will.
How can I possibly be scared?
I’ve run out of “scared”.
I’ve done all of the scariest things already.
Saying goodbye to you at the airport.
Leaving you for good.
Even though every fibre of my being didn’t want to let go of you.
Didn’t want to turn around and see you for the final time.
Boarding that plane.
And leaving Thailand, alone.
That was terrifying.
Leaving behind all I knew.
All that I loved.
Everything that I was sure about.
Knowing in that split second that our hands let go of each other, that I’d never hold your hand again.
Never have you to turn to again.
Never share our bed again.
That was terrifying.
That felt like having the earth pulled from beneath me, and realising I didn’t have a parachute anymore.
That was scary.
I came home alone.
Never the way it was meant to be.
But I had to.
There was no other way forward.
And it felt like having my heart broken twice.
That was truly scary.
Surely I’ve ran out of things to be scared of? Surely there’s nothing more to be afraid of, when you already feel like you’ve had it all taken from you?
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