What We Were is Dead

10/5/06

Here I sit in darkness, alone

And for once I’m glad to say it.

I’m a few thousand miles away from you

So far away that I can breathe again.

I had forgotten what the air felt like

Slipping clean and neat through my lungs

And still I don’t get why you can’t see it.

I’m here, you’re there, we’re over.

Remember not long ago,

When I wrote poem after poem for you

And it never solved a thing.

I loved you like madness,

With no rhyme or reason,

And you can’t grasp the fact that

My love for you has died.

I have nothing left to give you,

I have no more words to say;

I love you as a friend, nothing more.

I can’t forgive the million tears,

Or the many-mended fractures

That you’ve laid upon my heart.

To put it simply, bluntly,

In a way that you may comprehend,

You hurt me too many times

I’ll never forgive you for it.

And because of that,

I’ll never let go enough

To ever be with you again.

Not that I’d want to in the first place.

So give the fuck up.