Did you care when you said "Goodbye"? Or was that just in the moment?
With a thousand lies, I've trusted every single one.
Slowly I will die, it's just that much pain. It's some sort of art you did. It was a sweet, sweet poison, I must admit. I did what you said, just as a puppet would. Then when you were done, you hid.
Away from the world, away from me.
The years would slowly pass by. If you ever came back, I don't know the words you would speak. Maybe of hate, love, regret. There's all those possibilities. All those where wrong. When you finally came back to find me alone, all you said were two words. "Let's go." Even if that was the shortest sentence in existence, you still said, just to me.
It took years for you to come back. Then in a few months time, you decided to leave for good. Perhaps it was to help your rival, perhaps to escape yet again. Does it matter? When you walk away, I stared at your back, then your shoes, until all that was left were your footprints. There's nothing more to say. Of course there can be that fated "Goodbye" of the necessary terms. But you still don't care.
A/N: I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just really depressed all of a sudden. Then I wrote this...Sorry if it looks bad, my computer is retarded and auto-corrects everything. So, this is kinda a take on poetry, perhaps? Well, anyway, please R&R