Jeanette Rice · Mar 14, 2011
Simply Not That Flexible

You know I love you,
but I'm sorry.

I'm sorry
I couldn't do it
anymore.

I couldn't
handle that ocean.

After all, I'm only
sixteen.

Please stop holding this
against me.

I have the capacity to
love anyone and
everyone.

I simply
don't.

I am sorry
that I can
love more than
one person.

I'm sorry that
I am not perfect.

I'm sorry I
shame you so
when all I
ever did was
care about you.

You won't look me in the eye if I go?

I won't look me in the eye if I stay.

I am coming.
Discard me,
go ahead.

I am coming.

You can't own a city.
You can't own my heart.
You can't own my mind.
You can't own me.

Say that I never loved
you,
because I can love another too?

Believe what you will.
I'm tired of bending over
backwards for you.

 
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