I think I figured this out.

And I think I could be happy without you
Maybe your mouth
isn't so sweet,
or your eyes so warm
Maybe I don't crave you like
the chocolate I crave since you've gone
And maybe I could go a day without thinking
about how your hand would feel in mine
And maybe the way you believe and think
could just once fail to make my insides
**** and fly into a fine-tuned frenzy

I think I could be okay.

And leave you.
You're not my cover story,
my hard binding protecting
the soft, pink, veiny insides.
You've had a good place for a heart's age
But it's long past time.

Time for you to get out of the ******* way.