Because it took far too long to get just this far.
Because I tire of spreading myself paper thin over everything in vain hopes of a random reunion.
Because it hasn’t been fair.
I’m better than this.
So much better.
And I have listened.
I have Rebelled.
But none of it mattered
and none of that ever shall
You know where I am just as well as I know where you are.
If this is too far for you,
If this is too difficult,
then I am not far enough,
it isn’t as hard as I’d thought it’d be,
and this is not worth any more of my time.
Nor yours, perhaps.
But I’m the one we left behind,
holding on to shards of everything,
until you asked me to let them go.
They’re gone now.
As are you.
As am I.