No Strings Attached

Another door closes,
As someone steps out,
And here I am writing another poem,
About yet another fallout.

Another flower wilts,
Like everyone before it,
Again, I’m filled with guilt
And blame myself for everyone who decides to quit.

It’s easier not to hold onto a thread,
That can easily break,
I’ll let you go instead,
And never mind my heartache.

This is why I don’t get attached,
I know things won’t last,
Goodbye in advanced,
But don’t worry, I’ll still pretend to be aghast.