It ended cause it should have.
It broke because it did.
I left because I had to.
It’s exactly what it is.
I feel nothing that I shouldn’t.
Because nothing needs to be fixed,
because there’s not a thing that’s broken,
because it is all that it is.
I’ll start over cause I have to.
I’ll move on because I should.
Because all of this means so much less
than all I thought it would.