I'm numb
like anesthesia given by the doctor before he cuts out the badness that has invaded you
and as I write this...I wonder am I your badness
and are the questions left unanswered and the text messages ignored
the doctor's swift and sure scaple...
if you wanted me gone...you could have said it
never a clinger...it would have been a clean break like glass cut by only the best glass cuter
so that neither of us would notice the break...because the refined edges would leave us beautiful...
but you didn't give me that decision....
you decided that because your heart rattles around in your chest
causing erratic heart beats and broken ribs....that I should experience the same
so you let loose chain saws in my chest...when you came back in and told me how you felt
only to leave again....
and come back again...
I'm sick of this...
and so are you...I can tell....
even your face is peakid from this inner emotional sickness
just because your not sure...didn't mean you had to shake my world around...
and you know what's sad....is that at this moment...I know for a fact
you aren't considering me....
you think that you have me safe and sound indefinately....
but I'm definately tired of you coming in and out of my life
changing my day into tomultuos nights...
I'm sick of you thinking that you can keep me like a caged bird
until your ready for me to sing...
so I think I'm ready to let go...
I've never been selfish in this....but you have...
well now it's my turn...
so the batteries out of my phone
and I'm all alone
but alone doesn't mean lonely....
because as much as I miss you...and as hard as it will be....
I need to do this for me
