Worse

Not for good this time

But the feeling

Stays the same

He has to go

We need the money

Why so far away

He wants to do better for me

This I know

Though the strength can not suffice

The pain of saying

Go

She says I will not be able

To tell the difference

The house will just be emptier

To this I laugh

No matter the past infliction of ill-will

It has no pupose now

Hurt pangs through my stomach

The thought still sends chill to my toes

Some complain of the misdeeds of their parents

I have contemplated such thoughts

Yet the unevitable sense was almost delusional

Worse could happen he was not leaving

For good at least

Temporary still did not stop the

Fatigue or the tears that still continually fall

The fear for stability that i had evermore taken for granted

With all the emotions seeming to boil at ever word

I lashed out at the ones who cared the most

Picking at issues to elate the stress that was

Ever so constant

At times I would break and let the tears fall

Unihibited from my the brink of my eyes

I stilll love him but can this get worse?