I am tired of hiding,
behind these doors
that I did not close.

I noticed, yes,
that you cut that last string—no longer
a kindred spirit.

I’m not the woman
you imagined.

Not the woman
worth leaving for.

If you come back only
to leave again, please
remove all the pieces.

So that I can love
like a fool again, or
fall for the impossible.

I’m not the woman
you wanted.

Not the woman
worth fighting for.

Loving you was
always past tense—
I’m telling you now

You’ll never know dear…