I persevere and push aside every stabbing
and chanting thought of seeing something I want
to keep die and be buried in the ground.
Us was one thing that died and the day you
said you couldn’t take it anymore,
my heart was cracking, but why
it didn’t break:
Optimism took over me and I
was right to give you the greif.
Happiness has overcome me and
so many fears that aired inside do not
exist so I am not polluted.
I don’t have to worry about you and
the sneaky and inconsiderate things
you did to me.
If you really loved me,
you would have bent over backwards
to see me.
You just kept me waiting and waiting,
and I let you go, but wanted to be sure
you were not going to come running
back to me.
Don’t.
I don’t want you as a lover anymore.
Friends, fine. I still like you for you,
and I do care for you.
Lovers, maybe not. This got too
complicated and demanding,
I was aggressive,
you were weak.
I’m happy and you better be too.
Now you are free to lay back and relax,
not talk to me, drop out of college,
quit your job, go to bed,
and don’t you dare pretend I am
next to you.
I’m not mad at you,
I am just not at all in desire to
love you like that again.
I let you go,
and I have more of a life itself
than an insular love life.
Hey, you gotta see it as more than
just two people.
Everyone should be
included
too.