so far gone...

Keep the hoodie if you need to hold on to what’s left of me. I don’t need shooting you have an attachment to. I have a different meaning if what it means to be free. I simply don’t want you. We vibe distantly and I can’t feel you anymore. Do before the emotional genocide occurs I must be on my way. I don’t belong here to die in your arms before life gets attached to you one moment more. We both deserve a neutrally feel on our face. So, toodles in the nicest way I can possibly say goodbye. Compatibility isn’t enough when the connection isn’t alive to move freely. There’s someone else out there that sounds with the way you are behind your eyes. Just don’t fan of me. I’m not gonna return to comfort the emptiness that lingers just wanting someone around. There’s more to the thrill of being involved to evolve. As without another sound I’ll be leaving everything we are here in the now. And I’d advise you not to get caught up in memories that show to a pause. Do you and take care. I’m gone. Back to the me I set aside to attempt this cherade of a departing stare. For this, I am not wrong for the pain in its own won’t last long…