I thought I was prepared for
what I'd not truly felt yet.
The fights numbed my hurt
and the lack of sleep froze my heart.
I left you for good reason.
I couldn't take another year,
much less another season of you.
My ambivalent emotional state bore holes in me.
Holes, I still bleed from.
I thought I was prepared for leaving you.
I thought moving on would be easy.
After the unteenth sleepless night,
I left, and I was free.
But here I am,