The Promise.

There's a recall on my heart; this means I need it back right now,
I don't care who you are or what you've done for me.
There's a free fall taking place and if I don't find land somehow... point is,
I don't see any point in loving anything if I'll soon be dead.

So, no I don't love you.
Yes, it's tearing me apart
No, This wasn't my choice
But I've lost my voice amongst myself.

I've given way to fallen comrades and bosses
I'm taking head of the words of the more experienced.
I'm all but lost and If I do lose my way I'll be done for way more than a couple of days.
So let me leave, I'm never coming back. You won't have to hear my voice again,
because I'm never coming back.

This is my final choice, my heart is done with all this play time. It's time to work, I need you to understand that. I'm so done with you. I look at you and all I feel is pain and apathy. I stare long and hard into nothing and I see the reason that I'm staring. That there's nothing here for me. There's nothing that I want from you anymore and I'm so sorry that I can't stick around. This is my promise though: That I'm done coming back to our brokenness. I never made the only promise that matters, so I have no obligation to come back and I won't feel bad next time you call me. Of course, I know that's a lie. The biggest lie I've ever told and. Well. I fucking miss you.

     I promise that I'm not coming back and this time my promise won't be broken. If I do break this promise, though, I'll have already forgotten about it all of this will be long gone. Don't even think about calling me again as long as you can see this is your rear view.