What Happens, Happens

You beg, cry, scream, and plead for me not to go. I may have not left you yet, but my heat has already left you. You tell me that you love me oh so much, but tell that to the scars I have on my heart. You start to hate me for what you call being ignorant for your love, but I call it wanting to leave you forever. I don't hate you nor love you, I don't even like you or dislike you, I am simply tired of you. You're begging again, crying on your knees, while I simply stare at you blankly. You try to hold me, grab me before I walk out that door that has had held so many memories, but I simply knock you aside with just a flick of my fingers. You're sobbing uncontrollably now; I twitch but feel no remorse. I don't want to deal with you, no matter what you claim, you are not the one I want nor the one I'm meant to be with. I can tell know that you know this is a losing battle and you start to hate me even more for that. You try once more time to plead before your voice goes hors from sobbing, you say that we will never be parted for we are one, but you're dreadfully wrong, but you don't know that yet and perhaps you never will. We are over and done with; I will not hide from you because it's just simply true. We are done and nothing you say or do can change that. Gone and done with it, Forever. You have hurt me to many times, for me to feel remorse for you, all I feel is pity and sad that you cannot see what I can. I tell you as my final goodbye to you what I say every day since I knew we couldn't be, for what should never have been. This is over and we are done, I'm not sorry to say this for I've known for a long time, but we are not healthy nor capable of being together when I don't hate you nor love you, I don't like you nor dislike you, for I tell you time and again to your thick head, I simply am tired of you. But as I walk through that door, I know he hates me in a way but loves me more than anything. What a fine line between love and hate.