Poetry from Within (a collection)

Ready? Ready.

I was so ready.
I had given myself a pep talk prior to this.
Ready to click that button.
Erasing your pictures, messages.
I was ready.

3...
2...
1...
Notification from you.

I replied, after much consideration.
For some reason,
I didn't feel the butterflies.
I didn't feel those flutters.

You broke me after fifty-five days.
On the fifty-eighth day,
I was slowly healing.
Getting rid of your memories.

Forgetting you was painful.
Forgetting you was the,
Hardest decision I had to make.
You were the best thing I never had.

I got my answer.
The answer I have been waiting for,
For a day.
If I mattered, you would have replied immediately.
I told myself.
It was a sign.

A sign that I had to let go.
I'll find someone like you,
Or maybe someone similar.
In the near future.

I knew at that very moment.
I had to let go.
I was ready to let go.
Of everything.

In an alternate universe,
I'd want you.
I'd want to be with you.
You'd be by my side.

But this is reality.
Reality hurts.
Reality reminds you.
Keeps you in check.

I'm ready.
To remove you,
Forever.
Don't make this harder than,
It has to be.

I almost loved you.
I'm glad I got to be,
Your friend,
Calling you when we,
We're half-awake.

I wouldn't want it,
Any other way.
Goodbye.
I'm going to press the button,

Remove you from my life.
Restart my life.
Back to how it was,
Fifty-Eight Days before,
It all started.