I have to stop.
I think now is the time.

I thank you for all
of the inspiration.

I thank you for all
of the sweet moments (and hard ones too).

I thank me for all
of the care, even in the darkness.

I just, can’t. Anymore.
It’s all too much.

That’s a common thread,
if you don’t remember.

Everything is always
too much, and yet

sometimes not enough.

But this poem,
this set of poems —

I think it’s time to move on,
to move forward

from what ifs
and what was.

I need to heal
outside of these words

because these words,
as beautiful and heartbreaking

I think they are,
only perpetuate

my bad brain musings
and habits.

So, this is
goodbye.

This is
the end of something

I never intended to start.
This is —

this was —
the story

of us.