it's not me, it's you


one day I got tired of complaining
then my heart stopped aching
to be loved and desired
by you

my attachment disintegrated
as our dreams went up in flames
a future cremated
a present in purgatory

and you did not even notice
that your world was crumbling
too preoccupied
to have me on your mind

you never saw it coming
and it was happening right in front of you
you ignored the signs
and continued to take me for a ride

but your ride has an end
your vehicle only has space for one
an incomplete journey
caused by a dead end

and instead of turning around
it is time for me to get off
no longer a passenger taken for granted
by you

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