this is one of those poems
(I'm sure) you've read them before

It's about you and him
and how you were with me

and even though you're happy
and it does me good to see the pain leaving your eyes

It's about how worthless at times you made me feel (and for all the love i have for you)
it's starting to feel like a relief to be free

Yeah this is one of THOSE
poems
and I am sorry if you come across it

this is hardly a poem
(and probably shouldn't be)

But with all of this
I can't help wondering
What is wrong with me
(And the next line should be: that I put up with it so long, but is in fact still:)
That it wasn't me