I'm proud of myself
for how I handled this last end
I did not cry
(I refuse to let you see it)
I did not plead
(although every fiber of my being begged you to come to your senses)
I did not try to convince you
I was worth it
(I know by now that I cannot convince you of what you do not see)
I told you
I would not ask you
to stay
and that I was going to hang up
and goodbye
And I almost made it out-
I did not shatter
until you told me
you wished
we'd met
earlier
how dare you, my love?
How dare you throw
my own words
back at me
when I was wishing
for more easy days together
spent in the sunshine
and you were wanting
a noble-sounding excuse
for quitting?







