Interval from Interval by JESS SAADE

So I bid you a silent goodbye
And accepted with a boastful swallow of pride
It was important to steal this lesson and lock it away
But one day I emerged from my sane state of shunning trouble
And at the foot of my doorway was a letter
Addressed to a past Me
And I opened it
Before knowing it was coming
I had pledged to ignore any reconsiderations requested within
This was a promise I made to myself
From behind my bubble in the Hills of Harmony

The thing about wishful thinking, though,
Is that you are more likely to let your walls dissolve
As you leave yourself susceptible to the contents of that letter
Exposed to the acid disguised as sweetness
To seep in through the tears
You have tearfully spent the days repairing
If you keep doing these things
Then they will think you have successfully survived

So I crumpled up your communication
And as the wicked ball of paper bit my gentle finger
I felt once more the personification of confusion and duplicity
Which had once led me to know better
than to have opened your letter
But which did me no such favor to spare me this time
As my curiosity crept
And I embraced it
Despite my confidence in my error
I wore my integrity like a bandage
Like the royal cloak
Of a queen about to be knocked off her high horse
And galloped away into the Depths of Disillusionment

The thing about wishful thinking, though,
Is that you are more likely to let your walls dissolve
As you leave yourself susceptible to the contents of that letter
Exposed to the acid disguised as sweetness
To seep in through the tears
You have tearfully spent the days repairing
If you keep doing these things
Then they will think you have successfully survived

So I told you through a grimace that I was happy for you
And the grimace wasn’t that I wasn’t happy for you
As much as that I was sad for myself
So I told you through a grimace that I was happy for you
And the grimace wasn’t that I wasn’t happy for you
As much as that I was sad for myself
And sad that the promise you dangled in front of me
Shiny and appealing
Was actually a dagger coming right at my chest
And I let it
And as I was stunned and silent
Desperate to comprehend what was even happening
You mistook me for defeated
And threw my body into the Sea of Sadness

The thing about staying afloat, though,
Is that if you stop acting like you can be saved
If you stop screaming
Flailing your arms
Gasping for air
Hoping that someone has noticed and is willing to help
If you stop doing these things
Then they will assume you have successfully drowned

So I bid you a silent goodbye

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