Like having my soul extracted from the tips of my eyelashes,
I ache for the love that was never
mine.
Nevermore, said the raven
reiterated from the lucious lips i used to kiss
daily.
My broen heart beats beneath the floorboards,
I wonder if he can hear.
If he could hear would he listen?
Or pass it off as the pounding
of pangs of guilt,
manifested into auditory hallucinations
from the realization that he
drove me to do it.
He drove me there and I
hung on for the ride fr so long.
So long,
my love.
Goodbye.
Nevermore. Are you sure?
Is that what you really want?
I dont think so.
Dont think so low of me. For what?
I had to do what I had to do
to save m sanity,
with no success.
You see,
I had to go.
Had to get out.
Befoe I got ou of control.
Why did you have o be so controlling?
Why couldnt you jus let me
be?
See,
know wh the caged bird sings,
I know her song verbatim,
though th melody escapes me.
You would have escaped me evetually,
so I had to banish you before you bounded off at a pace I couldn't follow.
Did you wantme to follow,
fall in step by your side?
Never.
Not I.
You, three steps ahead.
And I, five behind.