.TRIO.You never knew me.I was lost in your company.Self-centered, self-critisizing, perfect perfectionist.You, yourself and IWe were always a trio.How did you sleep at night?When you spouted love poems to someone whose history is these great gaping holeswhose fillings you would not be able to comprehend.Now I laugh at your self abortion.Soon enough, you will drown in your own self pitysubmerge in self-worth and I will be glad.So gladMy tongue can finally forget your name.And why? What for?You blind self-dignifying poserThis Isn't About You.
BreakupAnd I am over you.This has gone on long enoughI think.Maybe you were heaven sent(or just hell bent)But I don't need you anymore.You were my sole support beam for son longthat I subjected myselfto youfor longer than I should have(but so much good was hidden in my suffering through)and I probably stayed for the wrong reasonsBut I can't remember the last time I said'I love you'(and meant it)I am over youbut you are hard to let go ofI don't need you, I don't want youI understand that I deserve better.But this selfish part of me won't untie you so willinglyThe same part of me that conquered you(and your virginity)still owns you as a sexual being.You are only what I have made you.And it is not so easyto send my creation to another.It isn't that I want to keep you for myselfdon't cottle your dellusions.I. Am. Over.