broken and bruised,
is not how i ment to leave you.
attempting to not let things get worse.
to save you from my faults and my imperfections,
to save you from all the things you wanted changed,
yet i could not allow.
to let you live without me as a hindrance,
to let you survive the many many many months i will be away.
not knowing when i could call,
or to hear my voice.
you once told me that things change and people grow,
sometimes apart.
i believe if i did not put a stop to the self destruct program
which has been running lately...
i fear that i would not come back.
not ever.
because of all the pain i would have to come back to.
all the fights,
the screaming,
and the emotional shreading.
i have done this so we can grow as people,
and so when i return,
there could be 'Us' again,
if you desire an 'Us' again that is.
but i can understand if you hate me,
since i tried my best not to leave you,
broken and bruised.
i tried to wipe your tears away,
i tried to make is as painless as possible,
yet as everything i do,
it comes back to haunt me...