I knew before we started
That it wouldn’t work out.
I wanted it to
But didn’t want you.
We work in theory
But not in reality.
Too much
Too soon.
I’m overwhelmed
I am the 5 of Cups.
Imperfect relationships
Disappointment
Regret and loss.
You want to be
More than we are.
I’m not sorry
I’m finally me
Finally free.
It feels so good
To not crave any and every
Scrap of affection thrown my way.
I am hopeful
But it's not about you
This is done, no need to move on
How can you leave it behind
When you never felt it from the start?
I owe no explanations
And I will give none.