Baby… I’m leaving you…
Consider this confession true.
I have to release myself from your grip.
Since it’s slowly making my sanity slip.
I love you. I know it’s true.
But I’m not “in” love with you
Things were cool in the start
It’s never easy with a broken heart.

I just wanted you to know from me,
because I need to be finally set free…
From all the emotional baggage you bring
and let me get on with my normal daily thing...

I know I’ll miss you being around, I got conditioned
Our intertwined lives have come to be partitioned.

I’ve said my peace and gone my route
Don’t be a bad-sport sour puss and pout…
Since now you’re free from my daily dogged presence
All the things that my integrity and bullshit represents…

Once on you, twice on me,
and on the third time, it’s free.

07/14/2002

Author's Note: This is a poem about getting a broken heart...

Posted on 04/15/2003
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