I don't know
why I gave you the power to hurt me. I guess it was because I trusted you when you said "You're safe with me."
I trusted you so much that "Safe" became the passcode to my phone.
But you are doing what you said you would never do
you're leaving me. Ever so silently.
I wouldn't notice just because it happens slowly. When I notice the change in your expression when something silently breaks.
And you know
I am someone that rips off a band aid rather than taking it slow.
I don't like things stopping slowly. I don't like people leaving quietly. At least say goodbye like you normally would. You've always been polite.
And even though
you are doing this to me
I still tell myself
"Maybe he doesn't know."
I still tell my friends
"He's a nice person."
And I still tell my diary
"He will come back."