I admit it. I was pissed about it
throwing a hissy fit, really butthurt
like let's be real, let's be human
just as the flicker in your eyes went out
like a candle -- you just left the show
without speaking.
And I'm mad about it, I seek closure
I'll rip the flesh from my bones
and spread it across the world just
to prove it to you - and I have already
but you just said nothing.
This is about you
not like you were planning on asking anyways
This is about you
not like you were going to hear me sing again
I woke up in the middle of the night thinking
about how happy I am without you
and how I dread that my mind goes that route
thinking about you and I watching meteor showers
This poem isn't about me, it's about you
and it's yours
because the twinkles in the star eventually die
and the moon reminds me
how nice it is to feel nothing at all
to let go of you like it was the best choice of my life
