I have my answer
The ghost town inbox
The deserted road to my ear
But in light of my selfishness
I don't blame you
I didn't want to lose you
Yet it seems to be a trend
That has to come to a close
I've loved you for so long
I was willing to become playdough
Molding into a shape suitable
For your pleasure and not mine
Only the satisfaction
Of knowing I was in your grasp
Was truly enough for me
You made your point
It really wouldn't work between us
I didn't want to let go
And that seems to be another issue
I've failed to realize in myself
My mind's a constant theatre
Getting lost in the scenes
Plays of fiction
So realistic I fooled myself
Into hoping for anything
Chasing down a rabbit hole
With illusions of light
At every bend
Even when I was the sculptor
To these caverns of myth
So I assume
This silence you hold
Is the decision you've made
I've lost you so many times before
It hasn't gotten any easier
So I'll commit to it
The slowest form of suicide
And live loving for the last time