Allow me to breathe
grant me this, I pray.
If I choose
allow me to leave
do not trap me within four walls
obliged to answer all of your calls
Everything changes
allow the time to grieve.
Once yours
now gone from life
no amount of wishing
sheer hope will not bring it back.
my pateince with this I now lack.
For my approach
a polar opposite from yours
look to the horizon
from different shores.
I’m faded
jaded
a friendship
tainted
by preconditioned perceptions
which at present I struggle to shake
I can not be friends
this is the decision I now make.
Beautifully broken bookworm 