To Whom It May Concern:
I'm tired of thinking about you//But your lips have stained my senses and your hands have bruised my heart//I'm wondering where to start the end of a relationship that never went beyond your lip service//Never went beyond your lies but sits embedded in my desire for true companionship//I'd cry but I'm not sure why you did it//And so the only person to cry for would be me//And that is too sad//Feeling bad for yourself is an endless pit//An explanation from you would at least give me a reason outside of myself for the water works//But your too selfish and unaware to do me the honor//I suppose that for you ignorance is bliss//But for me it just leaves my nails attached//Scratching the surface of the ways I'm struggling to let you go