couldn't really love you anymore
you've become my achilles heel
i won't say its a chore
to lose how i feel

but i couldn't love you anymore
when i didn't want to love myself anymore

no gestures that are grand
please understand
this is not a goodbye
my eyes are bone dry

and i suppose 'couldn't'
was really more of a 'shouldn't'
or perhaps a 'wouldn't'

in the sense that
i could love you
and do not (my choice)
i am my heart's own autocrat
it's not a sad blue
in some odd way, i rejoice

(to me, he is dear,
but myself is dearer)