March 25, 2013


I am letting you go
Not because I love you no more
But because it really is time

I realize now
I don’t want this

I could stay and grapple at straws
But I don’t want straws
It’s either the world in my hand
Or nothing at all
Especially not straws

I don’t want this

You were good for me
And in a weird funny way
You saved me
Not only from myself
But also from you
And all the things
That define you

In a way I never anticipated
I found a part of me
Through you
You made me see
Who I am
And who I’m not

Found out
What I truly want
And I realize now
It’s not this

The spell has been broken

Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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