I had another epiphany,
At about 11pm.
I was thinking on break ups,
On their entire need to exist.
For binds that aren’t
In a toxic state,
I was amazed that I had assumed
All this time
That they must end with a finish line.
Why we,
Even me,
Fall into this viscious cycle.
I fell into this habit
Even when experience showed me different.
See, my first love cut it off.
Abruptly.
And it hurt me indefinitely,
But my second …
We just drifted, slowly
And gradually.
We have managed
To maintain no hatred
Or awkwardness
Or jealousy.
As I approach a third,
Potential ending,
I’m wondering
Does this ending need to exist?
Does anyone need to get hurt?
To force an ending is like
Forcing a change of fate.
Why not just let fate take its path?
Can’t we just let our beings
Move together or
Change together?
Or move apart
If they need to
And when they need to
Mutually
So we can be ready for it?
Some may call that avoidance
But I call that spiritual
Respect for love, fate and
Preservation of friendship…
