something. nothing.

i don't trust that i would walk away.
and i do know that i should.

something wicked this way comes.
but also something new and good,
with patience,
always patience.

and i now know what they meant when they said the thrill is gone,
because it all just seems to fade away,
and pass the time, now.
and nothing more.

young at heart, but with an old soul.

i am learning that every time you break my heart, i am helping to set yours free. my heartache is your painful realization that there is more to life than your half-hearted ways and wasted days.

you are welcome, i think.

but fuck you for using me to learn something you should have known already.