This is no ****-You,
this is no I-Hate.
I am not thanking you for any
memories.
I am not seeking revenge.
My head is no shelter,
I cannot keep you in my head
anymore.
My heart is no blanket.
I cannot keep you
tucked in.
Maybe I was wrong,
so I scared you away.
I am not hoping you will fall
to your knees and beg to come
back.
Whatever is meant, and whatever the choice is,
I'll be cool.
You were so beautiful as you stood before me.
Gazing and smiling right into my
eyes.
You saw the real me,
I see the real you.
Love now sounds hopeless,
friends sounds like something neither of us
gives a **** about.
The pain-in-the-*** I was
and the hell you and I went through.
And there were the sweet and lovely conversations.
Leave it.
It's over.
If it comes around once more onto my shoulders,
very well.
But I must let you go.
There's the door,
walk away,
and just be gone if that is what you want,
all I want is for you to be
happy.