the goodbye of all goodbyes

the goodbye of all goodbyes is usually written as a footnote on the heart.

somewhere in the dialogue there’s an asterisk, a way to make clear what up to then had only been scribbled in a haze. there’s no way to know it will be seen let alone understood.

you don’t care anymore because unlike before you welcome death and could care less about those who judge the relentlessly sad state of your heart. maybe they’ll die too, but not before you,

for you it’s a choice, a door whose welcome mat taunts you upon waking each day. for them you’re just a game, a someone to like, text and laugh about when you answer, a constant reminder that you’re a joke in their world of clowns.

they’re always watching but never caring and you can’t wait to go eternally black.