Isn't this a surprise?
Last time we talked,
I said goodbye, I'll stop with this nonsense,
And you stood there looking through me,
Not saying anything.
Not caring about my leaving.
Now I see you in the news,
Telling people that you
Want to be able to love more.
Just a few weeks after you let me go.
After I told my friends
That I need to love less.
Aren't we a pair of fools?
Telling each other nothing,
And yet telling the world all that we need.
If I loved you less, would you have stopped me?
Would you have loved me more?
Or would you still look at me with vacant eyes?
I saw your message and ignored it.
I heard your voicemail and ignored it.
Isn't two months too long, too late
To stop me from leaving?
I already left. I said my tearful goodbyes,
And saw your eyes shift to the other side.
Is this your mournful voice I hear?
I made sure to miss your calls.
Stop calling me in the morning,
During lunch, and after my work.
My heart has turned black--at least for you.
There's no gift that can turn me back.
Stop giving these speeches.
I will not listen anymore.
My heartbreak avenue was done one block past this door.
You chose to go to her while letting me hang.
I do not care for half of your heart and lies.
Keep loving me more while I keep walking goodbye.
#RM 22.04.14