Slip

I can run,
   run into oblivion,
     into insanity,
        into nothingness.

I can slip away
    as if I were slime
Oozing from a radioactive container.
Away from you.

Just like you did me.

I saw you sliding,
And refused to admit it,
At least to myself-
    (my conscience half that is).
I was truly convinced 
	I was happy.
At least to a degree
     (would you like that in Kelvin?)

Maybe I was-
     who knows?
But I know I am happy now.
With my pretty flowers
     and a knight to call my own.
I have no need for you any longer.

I don�t have to run,
   Or slip
Into nothingness,
    or insanity,
Or anywhere for that matter.

All I have to do
   is let you go-
Which-
   I promise I have.

Just do me one last favor-
    don�t break the next one�s heart.
Like you ALMOST did me.