I'm writing this poem
In the hopes of finding peace
So that when I get to the end of this piece
I won't be thinking of you anymore

I won't be missing you
I won't be dreaming of you
I won't be crying because of you
I won't be dying

'Cause this pain is too much
'Cause this pain is unbearable
'Cause this pain...
is all that's left

I am the queen of what ifs
Sitting on a throne of could've beens

My fears are my loyal subjects
Escorting my dreams to the gallows

My ambitions are now prisoners
To my court of procrastination

I, the queen
Reign over all of this regret

And when all has been said and all has been done
That's when you realize just how wrong you've become
Time and time again, you let your walls fall apart
And time and time again again, build them around your heart
Because despite promising to keep yourself hid
You silently hope someday someone will rid
You of your sorrows and take time to unfold
The stories within you now getting cold
But for all the cement you've wasted on rebuilding
You should by now have more than just an inkling
That no walls are too high for someone intent
To touch your soul and ease your torment
No Woody, no Pooh will come warm your soul
And the camel is tired from running after your goal
So keep to the silence and for the thousandth time say
Alone means less joy, but also less gray

As I move along the line
Your absence will constantly remind
Me that you chose to stay
In that same destructive state
Rather than blossom into
A better person

You failed to realize
That in raising a child
You also have to grow
Up and outward to show
Them how to live
A life worth living

So absorbed in the me, me, me
Covered your eyes so you'd not see
That you let the monster in
Allowed it to eat your children
Until they became as poisoned
As your soul

Ive given up
on you,
on me.
On you and me.

For you will
never
Be for me.

And thats
OK.
Or at least
it will be.