Dear Friend,
I'm ending this.
For good.
And I think you know why.
Do you remember
when I thought I would marry you?
when we clicked away the hours?
when we both loved the rain?
the rain, I think
is acidic.
I don't know why it soured
but I know it wasn't me
like you say
you took it for granted
I'd always be there
when you came back
because, you know, I always was
and it cut me so bad.
you say that you cried
so did I
you say that you worried
so did I
you say that I'm a bitch
so did I
and you never
never told me different
when I assumed you didn't care
I wish you believed
I never meant to hurt you
I wish, I really do, that
I could be so different like before...
make you happy
but you're not super happy
and I'm not super pure
I think I know why you're hurt
because I shed the wires and screens
found love, found flesh
my own desires and my own feelings
I no longer depend solely on you.
you like to think you know me
and you (I) believed you loved me
but you discovered I'm only human.
You haven't yet found
that true love
is allowing change.