Thursday, July 16, 2015

Done.

I am done.

Done with you.
Done with thinking about you.
Done with trying not to think, about you.

I am done.

Done with you.
Done with who you once was.
Done with the person you have became.

I am done.

Done with you.
Done with feelings we had.
Done with caring for you.

I am done.

Done with you.
Done with letting you change me.
Done with the power game we play.

I am done.

Yet I am not,
Over you.

Just done,
Done with you alone.

Not with love,
And not with life,
Not with white lights,
And butterflies,
It is you alone,
That I no longer endure.

Simply for,
I am done with you.

I might have been,
Afraid to write,
These words,
For days...

But I am done.
So here you go.
I am done.

So I put on boots, cause if I walked all over you,
bare footed, it wouldn't hurt you enough.






















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