goodbyes are for suckers
for the weak souls clinging on to the past like sand slipping through frigid fingers that have forgotten that goodbyes are for suckers
they are for people grasping at memories like they're magic, as though strings of past laughter would still be amusing to their hearts that have already let go
goodbyes are for the revivalism of meaningless scars of their eccentricities still tainting your skin
remnants of debris still stuck in your hair, your lips and your eyes not letting you look clearly and realise
that goodbyes are for suckers, for the weak, for the disillusioned drowning in desperation for coveted closure
so shit,
I guess I'm a sucker
because we've left things so badly
and all I can think about is you
all I want is one last casual encounter
with reckless laughter and callous hands
just one last whisper
and then I promise
that'll be my goodbye
for tonight
and forever.