Thursday, March 1, 2012

Bills paid, I'm broke, let's write.

I don't miss you
And we're just human,
Not children but we are kids.
We clashed, badly,
Our personalities don't match
And we're too different.
I get all that now.
Not together, not now, not never again
And I finally see why space is important here:
Boundaries have to be established
So it's not the warzone it feels like.

And I can finally give you what you want,
Because it's actually what I need.

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