Ctrl Alt Delete Ends
This poem is part of what I call the “break up package” as it came a few days after the break up…it’s the realization that sometimes age plays a bigger role in relationships than we’re willing to admit. It’s the bitterness I felt towards the one person I loved most.
You’re not welcome,
But you’re welcome…
I mean, thank you
For joining us,
I mean, joining them.
Hall of Fame of No-Names
With plenty game and no shame.
Pretty lame…
If you think about it,
Hope you thought about it,
Hope you nod about it,
Talk to God about it,
Happy shout about it,
And can do without it,
Cause it’s good to be,
Too good to be,
(What you were to me…)
But best you be
Free,
To have two,
Or three…
To half you and me.
And I’m happy for you,
Not exactly for you,
I’ll be back before you
With my back before you…
Call me Ullyse and you Arliss
Than your excuses.
Future tales of more you’s,
Lessons with more use,
and less to lose.
Cause I refuse
(I fuse, and then I fuse again)
To be con-fused
With Beneficial Friends.
(Ctrl alt delete-ends. )
Sometimes I have to lose to win.
*Hit Send*
