Don’t tell her why you don’t love her.
Tell her why you do.
Don’t tell her she isn’t perfect
if that’s what she is to you.
Don’t tell her she’s doing everything wrong and that you want to find a better girl.
Don’t tell her that.
Tell her goodbye.
I feel as though I need to give a bit of background on this poem. Why? I don’t know.
I think this poem was ahead of its time in the sense that it foreshadowed the end of that relationship. After finding this poem in my journal today, and knowing what I know now, I was surprised. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. How could I have stayed in that relationship for months after writing this? How could I have been so oblivious to my own emotions? They were staring back at me on the page!
As short as this poem is, I still enjoy it and recognize its importance in my journey to self-acceptance. I hope you enjoy it as well.