i should be crying in a taxi
from the toronto cobbled streets.
but i’m laughing with my friends
in an old stable pub in PC.
tonight i choose me,
i leave you behind a final time.

the love that turned to
half efforts and ice,
in under three months.
i have learned to be okay,
that i cannot choose
to love someone who
sees me as an inconvenience.

i am older and stronger now,
my boundaries and honest worries
are not manipulation tactics.
my sensitivity makes the coffee,
pays the hydro bills,
and gets you through 2 unemployment cheques.

now you have your fatal 9-5,
and the security to leave me.
all i can say to you is,
your 29 with the emotional intelligence
of a 19 year old.