Though I may not be with you,
the dress on your date may not be worn by me.
I hope you had fun tonight,
set all your uptight free.
I'm happy for you
it's only better to smile.
Seeing you and your new girl
I now am alright with moving on
it just took me a while.
The time is here I am patient at last.
No anger is driven by looking at the past.
It was a swell time to have you as a possibility.
Just go have fun at the dance with her,
no need to spare
a thought
for me.

Should my heart be
pounding?
Should my breath be
fogging up my
path?
Should my eyes be
swelling up with tears?
Should I be swearing and
slapping myself?
Should I think you
despise me?
Should I avoid you
too?
Should I fight back
if you push me?
Should I reply with
understanding if you
yell at me?
Should I finally stitch up
these scars in my head?
Should I receive the
lobotomy?
Should I wave if I see you?
Should I keep walking if I see you?
Should I give you the finger if I see you?
Should I burst into tears and say we need to talk ?
Should I congratulate you for doing better without me?
Should I get naked for you and tell you you can assault me as you wish?
Should I even think any of this?

Praying for the day where
It's ok to pull people apart from one another.
Hoping that they go out for the last time
and holding hands is out of the question.
We ask why the said their vows at the altar.
Did they have to?
Who was it who really wanted to?
White gown, flowers held by every girl, and ties and tuxedos on every man.
This won't be the only night we have this feeling.
The wedding ends and these two are a mess.
One is gone and devastated the other is gone and with another "mine".
Today, we spoke the truth after every raging phone call knowing there were tears as they were explaining another fight over everything.
The questions turned to much more realistic views.
The sugar coated topping has been melted and barely helped.
We ask,
will they be ok?
Did we do the right thing by supporting them being together?
Why did we wait till now to realize it really
was never meant to be?
We're we right?
They were wrong.
Family gatherings are so different than what we adapted to when we were young.
Now there is extra food
for the new significant other.
Some are afraid to come knowing there will be a fight over everything.
Amiable as we needed to be.
Optimism was how we mended what we would see.
How we noticed as the use the time they are not looking to roll their eyes, complain to another member, or bury their head in their hands over what they did.
Feel not ashamed, but be honest with yourself.
This family supports and is there for all whether married or single, divorced or dating, gay or straight.
We have our tree.
It is short but staying strong and no broken heart or promise breaks the branch anyone has grown on.
We may have our separate ways but we will always have each other.
It's ok.
We know what happened.
Just climb back up on the tree,
because no mater what this is where you will always belong.
Sit on your branch. When you leave take some leaves and bark with you so you know we're always here for you.
We love you.

This is not the kind of family
That requires lawyers, the jury, and divorce papers in order to split.
How can we become so close then to butting heads and driving ourselves crazy?
It's easier than you think.
Awakened by devastating expressions and words.
We walked away, slammed every door we approached, and we said we're going our separate ways.
Tore me apart everywhere as you could see by the circles and red lines among my eyes.
Didn't think anyone would be gone,
But that
Is life.
If it means I'm not asleep all night to help you or if I sit through another ****** up screenplay,
Know I am happy to do it even if
My problems are what has everyone hurt and frustrates us all.
I love you even if there is nothing you can do.
Understand that from your perspective.
That is how the jury decides right from wrong.
I love when there's no room for everyone to sit when we all come together.
Please don't be the reason for empty space.
My heart is already there.
Just have to push it reasonably to have it full
Again.

We meet, and I can sense you just want to pick me up, spin around, place me on my feet, and kiss me.
We are together on a date, and I can sense your mood is changing.
We're alone, I said no, and I see your little boy appear through your insensitive rudeness.
Keep getting undressed expecting me to do the same, I ask you to leave expecting you to know why.
We are done, it's all emotional, and we tell everyone we know from our manipulating perspectives.
All you had to do is say that's fine.
Different people are like different nations.
Carrying other sets of beliefs, traditions, habits, and looks.
These nations are in a war by one disagreement.
As we tell and express what we wanted but could not have,
Why does a break up have to be such an
Arms race?

Nothing is harder when you figure out
What the future is soon going to hold.
Talking on the phone, you called for the third time today.
The person you love responds within the power and the tone quality of their one voice, they
hand over  the mean and worthy truth of their honest feelings.
They hang up after sounding like they want to let you go.
The next morning You look at your palms with leftover tears and black eyeliner.
You cried all night knowing that you wasted your plans in life dreaming of being together for good.
Whether nothing you wanted together sounds promising, or the one you thought you would have forever can only say "I can't take it anymore", keep your hands, head, and heart open for an optimistic stage in life and different people to love.
Whatever is hard but meant to be held,
Hold it the best you know you will and can.
Anything that shall pass and is in hands for the last time,
Just grasp it,
Learn from it,
Put it down,
And
Let it go.

I would never go back to our days of love and redo it all.
Such fun turned to such unfortunate episodes.
They came for us just wanted to tear us apart.
I would lie in bed with the sun beaming through the window, just Couldn't push through another day.
You would say you were going to marry me.
I couldn't bear to question that.
Then I remember who you introduced me to.
Your friends I loved so much wanted to have them as much as I wanted to have you.
Driving in a car at night barely following the speed limit.
I never wanted to go home.
Years later I am home and you and me are done.
I now don't know you anymore.
You've changed as well as me.
So do people, so does life.
The right thing doesn't last forever.
We most certainly didn't.
You never even showed me a ring.
It was ten months.
When it comes to love,
Know the
Speed limit.

So many people
All problems collide.
So many problems
All people decide.
Whose business it is
To get involved.
Do you really think
Your world is revolved?
Over their baggage,
Over their mentality?
This is not your concern
Focus on your own **** reality.
You don't own,
Your're not needed.
Know your limits
And know when to leave it.
When you are in need
To help a friend with greed.
Tell them their importance and the truth.
Forget what the others think and people who are rude.
We are all just as important.
Not needing, just aware.
Don't be their mother,
Just let them know you really care.
Friends aren't in the role to admonish and reprimand.
Role of a friend is to give time to be there,
And a helping hand.

I notice how hard you've been trying to be better than me.
You glare at me and smile when you're with a man.
You snake eye me when I'm walking by.
I left you for a reason.
Protection is first, your man is second.
If you want to hear me shout out my jealousy for you having a man while I don't.
There is no
jealousy.
See how I'm the one in
control?

I'm not miserable that you're not here anymore.
I am in despair that I am and always was the bad guy.
I ruined our chance to be friends.
I hurt you and scared you.
I came off as someone I'm not.
I lose my perception and my self esteem whenever I see you.
What now, I blind myself?
I am already blinded by your not being around anymore.

I want to know how you are.
I want to hear your honesty as it was always reserved for me.
I miss your responses.
Every message bubble made me feel tickled.
I remember you picked me up and spun me around I had never
experienced such a feeling.

Then they were shattered and hurt you said it wasn't there.
I thought it was.
You told me how you cared but I stupidly let myself go.
We didn't know how to act or what to say.
Now I've changed and grown.
I cannot beg for another chance, I cannot keep trying to talk to you anymore.
I can only grow some more so I don't ruin anything ever again.
It may or may not be over.
We were greatly overwhelmed by one another.
We are different.
We are disputable.

Like I said in tears  before you walked out on my command.
Only because I knew it would happen on behalf of my baggage.
I just don't want either you or me
to be
gone.
Still I believe I will do my part if you ask.
Will you give me another chance?

Having what the world avoids meets the
equality of
owning what we need to let go and pretend to
not have.
I couldn't disown anything even if I tried.
I cry at night thinking of how I should meet your needs.
Don't look at me.
Why would you watch my eyes wander in
matter of seconds?
Why would you watch me sit alone and fly
my hands for hours?
Why would you try to estimate the swinging
of my legs in the matter of minutes?
Both you and i
don't even have
to try.
I own what I have unintentionally.
Just get over it.

Im on the verge to drop off the face of the earth.
I understand I have gone from fun to overwhelming,
From laughing to crying,
Strong to obese,
Living life and writing my next steps to
Sitting alone in a dark room writing my suicidal note.
I have ****** up everything I wanted
I have destroyed my reputation.
Maybe you'll look at me from the corner of your eye.
I'm not going to hurt, I'm not putting you to shame.
These pills I take these appointments I make
I can't tell you everything and explain all that is private.
I'm not going to persist in not going to insist.
These poems I write my teeth I bite
Make good people run away.
Come back!
Don't go.
Just listen.
Please don't leave me here.
I'd tell you in detail.
But even
I don't
Always know.
If I ever catch you at the corner of my eye.
My heart may stop my mouth may drop.
I'll hope you will understand that was then this is now.
We don't know if it will still be right.
Don't think of yourself as doing service or tolerating.
Think of yourself as the greatest.
Reaching out means so much.
The conversations we have I love to make you laugh.
At the corner of your eye,
See I don't only change I improve.
Not for your benefit, but for the love and a good relationship.
At the corner of my eye, I see you looking at me from yours.
No tears, no smile, just happy you see I'm on the face of the earth my complete choice.
I don't need you I just know you.
Very swell indeed to remember happy times I got to share and I get to recall.
They motivate me to keep calm and to stay on the face of the earth.
Things get better **** doesn't last forever.
At the corner of my eye,
I see a beautiful place that even has a spot for me.

What you see
is nothing compared.
To what I
think,
feel,
and
own.

If there is a her
And if there is no other way.
Just leave it like that.
I can always act
Like I don't care anymore.
Wearing off like a raccoon claw
On my skin.
I wore my heart on my sleeve
Countless times for you to know.
Time went from
You being eager to then distant.
I know I was wrong.
So I'm gone.
I hope you're happy
Even if there is another her.
It's fine.

I walk out of my glass house onto a pebble driveway.
My jeep sits there parked on the left.
I'm not going to drive it now.
It's late,
and my anger has the best of me.
Tying my physical actions to my mad-at-the-world mentality.
It was a moment,
it will be passed but remembered.
Should I be the responsible once of another wrong?
Throwing a stone at another house like mine won't solve anything.
I would rather let go of one wrong since two won't make a right.
I put down the stone,
go back to my glass house, let it not be shattered.
That is where my home is.
My heart may not be there too,
it was only a moment.
I'll retrieve my heart again.

Oh why, oh why
can't it still be right?
I work on finding the path all day
forget the night.
When I find it, I'll walk and leave footprints in order
to see.
I couldn't let it all go even though
it wasn't right for me.
It's over!
It's done!
My heart is a mess.
Both happy and broken,
this walk is a test.
The fork in the road that's coming near
will side either say come back or stay
clear.
I'm either long forgotten,
or just someone once known.
For now, I'll let it go,
but I'll have to do my part on my own.
I'm going to leave the path and walk back home.
It is dark and the moonlight has grown.
I'll need the night to prove it's right.
For now, just accept, don't make the time
a fight.

He is on my mind.
Still and I'm practically ******.
I think of him and just can't
bear the thought of falling in love.
Though I cannot bear the thought of
a falling out, he will be on my mind
until I see him in front of me
eye to eye.
Maybe reality will take me away from
imagination.
Because naturally,
it isn't happening at all,
and it never will.

I now see that this is the way.
I'm gone,
and everyone is happy
again.
Is it really my absence that let's people live their lives the way
they want?
Yes they are allowed to have a good life.
I never thought that I could be such a burden
that letting me go
was such a breath given.
I want you to breathe, but I want you back.
I don't know what to do with myself.
Fine, I'll let it go.
I never wanted to make things miserable for you.
Will it be ok
when you find your comfortable group
and I'm the one who ends up
alone?

Irresponsible
can sometimes be just
a label.
The way you look at me cannot be fair
in any way.
Why can't we just let go of when we mess up, get ******* over,
and fail?
Learning so much from every mistake making
new beginnings every new try.
Not every present moment will grasp every vision.
See everything in perfect form, make room for
a couple mistakes.
Time goes by,
slowly but not so sure.
Hard to see the clock tick and
take away everything that is right,
and the same reflection in the mirror.
Be firm but nice to yourself.
Look at you and if not happy,
find a way to improve.
Set goals and expectations at the right level.
Forget wowing the crowd and popularity.
The others you see who have more beauty and courage
are not expecting the same from you.
We only expect respect, honesty, to try, discipline, kindness, and
considerate approches.
The world takes its bad turns and we take time to be in a bad phase.
Time will pass,
you won't be as grown up.
Stay strong.
If anyone comments and reminds you of what they expect,
forget perfection.
Say, "half empty half full."
And expect what is needed.

When it begins,
I either feel I must change who I am
or I feel like a princess.
When it begins,
I remember that I live in the past and
I just want to spill it all onto his plate
forgetting that he won't feel the same.
When it begins,
my expectations fly too high too fast.
Anxiously waiting for his arms to be around me
and my head buried in his chest.
When it begins,
he is the only thing on my mind.
Forgetting the world is a habit I shall break.
When it begins,
next time,
I'll be patient.
Expect less of him and more confidence from me.
Don't look at him as a God,
look for his good and the way he is crazy for you.
It will take time,
but it will begin.

I'm sure you hope we're happy now.
Seeing us together with our new and blessed
friends must bring you all to tears.
We understand,
but now we're happy and at ease.
Was it real was always the
question
as we would fight and try to take comfort.
The answer,
was always
no.

When all you ever wanted was for people to see you as you hope,
the information you gave got out of hand.
Lead to backing off and walking away.
Blocking out and avoiding being near.
When all you feel is the need is to just say what is on your mind.
Forget it.
They can care, but want nothing of it to deal with.
They care for me, not my baggage.
Insecure I'll always be
open will have to go.
Private I am now to be,
let them stare at my expressions on my fading face.
I just can't care anymore.
Go from subliminal need to out there private.
I care for their comfort, they don't need to care for my
negativity.
I can care for that all on my
own.

When a change in habit is needed in life,
seems that Alone is the best feeling and
Isolation is the best place to be.
Can't keep looking back and thinking,
"What Have I done?"
"What a fool I was!"
Preach no more.
Just keep the mouth shut.
It's in the past.
My being open makes good people come and
go.
Far too fast.
Right doesn't always remain,
wrong fades away after more in life comes to
distract us from the past.
Nothing stays the same.
Sorry old habit, I'll have to leave you
behind.
I let you own me,
now I must remember only I own myself.
Preach to myself for now on.
They don't have to know everything about
me.

Water pouring innocently
while soap melts within dissolving form,
hands and arms ***** and colored
need not,
to show,
self harm.
I don't have to be naked
to wash off my mess that reflects on my body.
Rubbing my hands together emphasizes
the replacing of my troubles with happy thoughts.
Splashing water on my face,
I look in the mirror and see a pretty girl.
She makes mistakes,
she paints the wrong picture.
She draws with markers on her arm.
Guilt
spreads down to her heart.
Washing with water and soap removes the
image of her current mistake.
Soap and water sink into the pores.
Away goes the color.
Washing away mistakes on the skin is as
letting go of the past.
Learn from it,
and be sure to keep it clean.
:)

What I deal with may not be right for you,
surprising how fast this relationship flew.
By and by,
I said too much,
I couldn't lie.

Persistence wasn't the right tool,
I won't label either of us the fool.
Time,
carries on,
in some cases, it's wrong.

Though I showed I couldn't really let you go,
there is one thing I need you to know.
I learned so much from you,
I use your lessons today, it's true.

Absence from me may have been best,
for now on I don't bleed through my chest.
My heart is beating fine.
It's ok if you don't want to be mine.

Forget all the bad pictures I frequently drew,
I want you to know that I was happy
at the time to have you.
My trust followed through in you.

Your care may not have lasted long,
I'll think of you even if you are gone.
There was a time it was true.
It may be over,
but I still want to say
Thank You.

Don't ever look at children as props of joy.
Never forget their feelings.
Don't be blind.
You can see it in their eyes.
Your own child is your first treasure.
They taught you so much prior to losing the love
to whom you signed the contract.
Removal of the ring on your finger
does not erase the memory of your baby
clutching your index.
Finding new love and holding another child
is not going to make you any older.
Children are smart.
They become bewildered and perplexed by parents
behaving like hypocrites.
Then they know to not raise their voices.
Small but brave they are.
You will laugh at their bad behavior in the future,
but you won't be laughing as they have cuts on their wrists
after seeing you with your
other set of
kids.
It't too late.
Divorce can lead to disaster.
We're allowed to love again,
we're not allowed to leave the ones in our family who come
first.
Remember the baby that was legitimately your own who you held in
your arms for the first time.
They matter more.

I'm not a mess,
Just full of stress.
Make it stop
turning me
Into a person
I am
Not.
Unusual behavior,
Can't hold the breakdown
Any later.

What a fool I was all those years.
I should have followed my heart and faced my fears.
Paranoid of being alone with no one to help me along,
I followed your footsteps.
Mine are now gone.
I should have followed my heart and let you all be.
I never should have approached you.
You were never right for me.
Take back the invitations and hugs how they came so rare.
How stupid of me to persist and show that I care!
Now I'm gone and your lives are empty with sigh.
Don't bother to persuade me the friendship was never a living lie.
I'm the one smiling with friends so close.
I learned from your rolling eyes to be careful before giving the rose.
I saw the petals in a mess on the tile floor.
I will never beg to accept like I did before.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I am happy I no longer hang out with all of you.
So come what may,
The roses die anyway.

It's not easy being out of the picture I stood in with all of you,
But It's easier than trying to fit in the group.
I didn't give up,
I took myself out of misery.
As I look back my pride overrules my anger.
There were so many times we came together,
I remember very little good.
the picture is now a group of skinny girls and young looking men posing so sexually and rudely.
I was the one taking the photos most of the time.
Though I learned when not to persist,
All I have to say to all of you is,
Thanks.
For absolutely nothing.
I can now call my friends friends.
And they are not the backstabbing type,
They are the fun loving type.

Before they decide they want to take it and go,
suicidal victims need to know:
Peers will be sad,
they will mourn.
They will move on,
you can't be reborn.
Think twice,
don't do.
We will find other ways
after what you put us through.
What you face will be done.
Put down the rope, the knife and the
gun.
Stay and learn,
we won't prepare an urn.
Let it all pass,
don't make us attend your mass.
Help you shall seek,
you are not weak.
Take the time to see you are strong.
There are no prayers with the power
to bring back those who are gone.
Death is not your choice.
Say what you need,
use your voice.
You are not here forever,
life does get better.

Cloth covering all of my chest
along with an untouched face
with no shadow.
My hair has no style and I know none of what
you told me.
What is ***?
I have never heard of such a thing.

Why is my ***** considered a given sin?
Now the boys must be taught and understand
they are now old enough to accept a
woman's body. Respect her with
no touching or laughter.

Mothers and fathers feel the heartache
at the time for their daughter to grow up.
If a parent carries a phobia of the aftermath,
they learn nothing and growing up is harder
than it needs to be.

She'll be beautiful.
She'll have a sophisticated wardrobe and heart.
Let her hair grow and cut in her own style.
Her clock has ticked to a new time in life.
To all the parents of young, willing adolescent girls.
Stop looking at your little girl.
She is now a woman.

You cannot hold the time anymore,
theres just no need to rush.
Breathe, love, admire.
Watch her grow into a blossom.
Therefore, a kind young woman.
Have no fear, but pride.

The moment is gone like a late train,
but the memory is there like the implanted tracks.
Like a bullet that is removed,
the scar brings back every flashback
of being shot.
It's over, it happened.
Memories keep us thinking.
Don't shoot back,
cover it with a better train of thought.
You don't have to wait to hear,
"All Aboard!"
to let it all go.

As I walk in a brave, lonesome
pattern,
two devils stare right at my
noticeable presence.
Both look,
they laugh,
smiling as if to burst into
rude, giggling pleasure.
I am gone,
moving on like a bird.
At the destination
I am questioned by a known soul.
She asks, "What happened?"
"Do you have allergies?"
I shrug, and just say
as honest as I can,
"I broke out.
It's something I do."
My face is not clear,
but my head is of all who look
and feel disgusted with my acne.
Beauty Queens should have no
obligation for lack of weight,
long hair,
and clear skin.
I don't have clear skin.
I am broken out and beautiful as can be.
This surface covers none of my
bravery, compassion, and dignity.
You don't have to call me beautiful.
I already do that.
The devils rudely stare and laugh.
The stranger  cares and wonders.
I carry persistence and strength.
I know I am beautiful.
I am in no hurry for anything to clear up.
Nor the sky,
nor my face.
I hide none of my beauty.

My response for your care in my
reputation is
Thank you, but No Thank you.
Your way has seemed to calm the
rest of the people in the room to silence in
appall.
The criticism is too much.
My brain cannot think of anymore ways to change
on your behalf.
I understand my crazy qualities
are too intense for the age we hold according to you.
We are fourteen.
This is the age we both hold in our lives.
It is up to me to have fun while I can.
You are wasting precious time by growing up too
fast.
Seems that all you can tell me is what I did
wrong.
I see you are watching me
as if you have custody over me.
I am no child.
You are no more mature.
My heart breaks every time I see you.
I know our elders find it right but we know it is
wrong for us to be close.
I know this
by the blood flowing from my broken heart
as I walk the street from your house to mine.
There is a trail of blood that you will find
on your own since I am not permitted to say
I am hurt that you
admonished me.
You are no friend.
Control your jealousy.
I have not become the bad one
by abandoning you.
I find moving on a more effective way to admonish.
Be gone, be aware,
be no friend of mine.

There are too many songs
written about love.
What about putting ourselves first
and caring about security?
Can one be happy without a great
significant other?
Sure love is great.
I like the songs that are about
all the great complications.
Music beats any unpleasant noise.
The notes and lyrics beat any
whining.
Feelings are ignored since there is
too much and too many people to
deal with.
Listen to the music.
Not every message will be right for all.
Write your own music.
Express your feelings no matter the lack of common
share.
To the alternative acoustic who writes about their
newborn child.
For the rapper writing about the children in the neighborhood without a chance.
The opera singer who sings for when we let go.
The pop star who expresses the joy of being
single again.
And how about the rock star honoring their new electric guitar.
So many feelings,
so many meanings.
Forget the right and wrong.
Just listen, write, and feel.

To have and to hold.
Hands turning pale and letting go.
Every possibility
that has been vanished.
Every mind that changes
may or may not feel regret.
Being myself and being me
never was or has been a chore.
Men who disapprove
are no wusses but boys.
Women who gossip about me are no
******* but girls.
I can't always fight being insecure
as it holds me like a little baby.
I find my place,
I stand like a grown up with
my eyes on the prize.
The prize isn't romance.
I wait on no prince I let the time happen.
The prize is to be loved for who I am
by the right people.
And that is all I look for.

It takes a brave being to
walk a bridge and get over it.
They still think as they pace the wood.
Don't jump off.
Let go of the burden not your life.
Things will get better.
Decency isn't too rare.
Letting go is never too late.
We all do it sometime in our lives
relative to the necessities of work and
exercise.
Ignore the iron gates at the sides of the bridge.
They hold us in like our imagination.
Just walk forward,
and be steps away from the bothersome
encounters of the past.
Don't look back.

The strength carried as I am happy
to be unwanted
can be overruled by these feelings
of the right thing and prayer.
We don't always get it.
Never is it worth the fight.
Urge to lay side by side
and have someone treat these blue eyes like a river.
My camera has gone to waste,
this account is a trap.
Rather poor judgement and
insecure stance between all who are welcome.
Love may not be the right thing for this is the time
I cannot abuse.
How I know I always loved to have a man gaze into my blue eyes like a river.
Just believe that the time will come around again.
What goes around comes around.
Like the reflection and ability to see ourselves in a river.
I will see myself standing alone,
I am not going to cry a river
over love that is not there at the time for me.
Let the others have it.

It doesn't matter what it really is.
I want to rip off my label,
but it is attached to me on the inside.
Doesn't define any part of me.
I can be brilliant in the rarest ways.
Don't you dare look at me
and say things are so hard for me.
Never will I let you call me different.
I have two ears and one mouth.
Like everyone else, I don't always use them in
proportion.
I am naked under my clothes,
same as the rest of the world.
I can only express what's inside
through my words.
Sometimes it is done for me.
I feel no humiliation for the things I have to work on.
What have you worked on today?
Who do you care about?
Do you see past my label?
The truth about the label is,
it's hardly nothing.
It's not me.
I'm not it.
Tells me what to work on.
What are you working on?

This is no ****-You,
this is no I-Hate.
I am not thanking you for any
memories.
I am not seeking revenge.
My head is no shelter,
I cannot keep you in my head
anymore.
My heart is no blanket.
I cannot keep you
tucked in.
Maybe I was wrong,
so I scared you away.
I am not hoping you will fall
to your knees and beg to come
back.
Whatever is meant, and whatever the choice is,
I'll be cool.
You were so beautiful as you stood before me.
Gazing and smiling right into my
eyes.
You saw the real me,
I see the real you.
Love now sounds hopeless,
friends sounds like something neither of us
gives a **** about.
The pain-in-the-*** I was
and the hell you and I went through.
And there were the sweet and lovely conversations.
Leave it.
It's over.
If it comes around once more onto my shoulders,
very well.
But I must let you go.
There's the door,
walk away,
and just be gone if that is what you want,
all I want is for you to be
happy.

Forget me,
I'm through with all of you.
Tricked me into thinking I
was loved and well
thought of.
I understand that what I dealt with
wasn't right for you.
I knew and saw
as time went on
I could not be in the back corner of the photographs
anymore.
I won't burn them
because either way these are memories.
How I can no longer remember
being the one everyone ignores
anymore.
So in a way,
I thank you for letting me go.
I cannot play it cool for you
anymore.