Words would overwhelm me when it came to thoughts about you
My fingertips will ache for release just to get a few lines out about you
I feared the words that would pour out of me and the confessions I would confess to a page would have me amazed
How was is possible for me to be so obsessed?
But you're no longer it

No longer the man I pour out my fears to onto a page.
Stomp my feet in a childish rage for
Face red and blue because I couldn't have you
Run well deep into myself to avoid loving you
Staring at your name to will you to text me, acknowledge me
You were no man but a boy
I was blind
Too drugged up on hopeful ******* to realize the ME wasn't wanted but my outer shell

It took me a while to realize it
So stuck on stupid
I'm no longer a fool
I've learned a valuable lesson
But thank you for the experience
I would never repeat it
You're no longer my muse

I'm letting you go.
The skipping of old memories keep tripping me up in the brain.
I can't go back to the consistent itching for your attention.
It isn't there.
And it wouldn't be the same.
This isn't about you but me.
The continuous swinging of the bottle that is you has made me numb.
So numb that I didn't realize the bottle is empty.
And the only thing slipping down my throat is the desperate need for you to sedate it.
Cotton is forming in my throat and all I want  is your prideful hands to start plucking.
To feel your touch again.
Have one last moan to rock the cotton free of its bristles.
Ahh what an addict I've become.
My fear of not let go runs deep.


You're not worth it
But I am
I'm chose me.
I rather let go.