I have to
leave you
to wallow in your house
and fast fancy cars
your upper class misery
your self-inflicted loneliness
you are too damaged
to Love Me
and the Me of 42   is not
the her of 22
I can't settle
I won't settle for the
flighty and angry-
you
Blessed beyond measure -
you
hateful and hurting-
you
done dealing with that-
Me
Goodbye.
(c) N LaTrice