I leave you these words in hopes I can move on

I now know the significance of myself in your life.

Knowing your very quick move on feels like a knife.

I know all I need to without one word have been said.

This looming self of me is far beyond dead.

Though I deserve it, you've hurt me deeper than any ever done.

Wiping the filth away is my task instead of run.

Words I haven't said shall be made known to you now.

My last appearance is one I will vow.

What's left of what I feel can't take your happy.

So a parade of broken glass is what you will see.

A shattered rain of emotions shower you what lies behind the curtain.

Your final thoughts are one I'll never know for certain.

Now's the time for me to work on myself, for I'm sick of all this shit.

No longer will I be the one who suffers for others, always bit.

I'm happy for all the things I did once share, but I knew it wouldn't last.

I'm a fool for ever thinking I could be happy, but at least it was a blast.

So with all these words, I'll say one last thing to you.

Poems about you hidden revealed, my dear, adieu.