I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane

I was never a vindictive one. I forgave. I forgot. And, he kept doing those things over and over.

I forgave. I forgot.

I found him doing it again.

I couldn't forgive and forget anymore. I left.

Things were going wrong once again in my life. I cried. I did it again.

I dry my tears. I was going to forget. For good. Forever.

I smoked my last cigarette; I packed my bags; I left a note on the fridge.

I glanced once again at my life and what it was like. I took my ticket and closed the door.

And, the aeroplane was big. I was flying. I was safe high above the ground, tucked in the clouds.

I smiled and opened the bag of jellybeans. It was his.

I kept it. It reminds me of him.

I forgave. I forgot. I'm not coming back.