"There is a girl who still writes you. She doesn't know how not to." - Sarah Kay

That girl, she spent two years chasing you.
She spent them spinning in dizzy circles of highs and lows,
she never knew what solid ground felt like until you were no longer there.
It may have took her two years,
But she's okay now.


Really, and truely, she's okay.

Her bones are no longer broken from the fall,
They have healed with time.

She finally learnt how to live without you,
She reached a clarity that fuzzes less and less everytime she sees you again.
Your hold over her is no longer complete.
It is broken and shattered, and she is free now.

Free to learn a new love from someone who loves her willingly


He doesn't need any forcing
He prefers to be face-to-face instead of over text
He makes time for her, which you never did
He makes room for her in his world


You never did any of this for her

There is no absolute promise,
In the future she may write you more letters that she'll never give you.
But right now, right now she doesn't write them
because she realised, you don't deserve her precious ink droplets anymore

So good bye, she whispers into the dark to you.
Goodbye my love

The winds do not lift her high into the air anymore
No, now she glides along the ground
And there she'll wander, until a new gust is found

Goodbye my love,

Goodbye.