Looking at things afresh,
looking at the mess,
looking at you and what you did to me,
I can see how you were to blame and not me,
for you chose to leave and you kept yoyoing back to me,
and how painful it was to me,
and no, it should not have been,
it should not have been,
but it was as if a terrible dream,
because we kept arguing constantly,
and breaking up and everything in between,
and it was hard to leave you,
for there was great chemistry between us,
and it was explosive and though I loved you,
our love was like a flame to petrol,
and we exploded more often than we were at peace,
at peace in our love and I had to leave for my own sanity,
and I am truly glad to be free,
for it was only a destructive relationship,
and it shattered me into pieces constantly,
it shattered me into pieces constantly,
and I was always trying to pick myself up,
and it was harder than it looked,
and I grew more tired and weary,
and the love it slipped away,
and I grew more and more depressed and distressed,
and oh, how awful relationships are,
when you are as fiery,
and as indecisive as you were with me,
and I am glad to be free,
glad to be free but it took such time,
and the pain well,
it was a terrible shame, but we were not meant to be,
and so too we were not meant to be,
me and you,
me and you and your bombacity,
and your ferocious tenacity,
your ferocious tenacity,
and your capability at being spiteful,
and as bitter as can be.
