I need to stay, but I also need to go.
The pain of this place is better than the love it gives.
I need to stop the crying and embrace the moon.
The stars have given me scares, and the stares bring me to tears.
I do not know why this love is no more.
The pain is my friend and I do not want to see it go.
It has shown me the ways to grow.
It has also shown me that the wind does not always move the trees.
I think I must go but staying is worth the beating that hurts the heart.
I have given up on this place.
This place that no longer serves the food for my soul.
We grew apart and that was for the best.
I will always love this place, even if it hates me.
Misconception 