Leaving

I want to go

With memories fresh in my mind

Story shaped worlds in sight

All that can be carried 

Internally intact.

I want to go last of all

But not to annoy.

It means sparing you 

Of this empty pain. 

It is not,

It never was,

A competition.

Thank you for reading!   I wrote this a while ago and cannot remember what mindset I was in at the time. I’m unsure of whether I was happy when I wrote the first part or upset, but I remember the feeling of writing it being tranquil as it poured out of my mind. If I was sad I bet I felt better after writing it. If I was happy I feel it took a turn for the worst at the end. (Can’t win really 😂). Let me know what you think of it 😉💗 have a lovely day! 

Elsie LMC Twitter