The epilepsy called goodbye

It does not strike you
With the regularity
Or predictability
Of an epilepsy,

But when it does,
It leaves you
Gasping for breath

Goodbye,
the disease without a cure.

The best you can do is
Hide the the symptoms
Until it is too late to treat.

Unlike other arts

The art of goodbye
Is one that you
Never get better at
No matter how many times
You practice

the moment you grow up

when the realization strikes

that all relationships require effort

pain

sacrifice

even the ones
that you thought were natural
and the ones
you expected to be magical
(especially those)

It's not fair

That i appreciate a person so much
who comes into my life like a hurricane
and leaves just as suddenly

while there are many
who love me everyday
and deserve my thanks more

Need to know basis

When you gave information
On a need-to-know basis
I thought it was because
You didn't want to hurt me

And all the time it was because
you didn't want to hurt your chances...

(And there I was, looking for
history,
soul-searching,
redemption,
hope,
all that happens
when you start a life anew)

it hurts

keeping the hurt to myself
thinking
it's not gonna help anyone
if i tell

but it doesn't help
when i spill over
turning potentially happy moments
into disastrous memories

and it helps even less
when i finally
burst at the seams

Hidden depths

"minerva and dougal fell in love because they were both witty, and suspected hidden depths in one another"

- jk rowling

Lucky minerva,
Who did not wait to find out
If the depths were real
Or just mirages