So
this is it, then?
Fine.
I guess we both knew this would happen
at some point
We two aren’t death nor taxes, are we?

You can’t blame me, though,
for how it all went down.
I’m not the cause of it all.
I think we can both agree
it’s you who started it.
Really?
You really need me to go through this exercise
and prove how you got us where we are?
You can’t admit it?
Whatever.

It wasn’t me that approached you.
I was sitting on that bench
writing in that notebook
and you plopped down next to me,
barefoot like you always seemed to me.
You were the one who asked why I was staring.
You were the one who encouraged me to join your pic-a-nic.
You were the one who walked me home
then asked me to walk you home
then led me to the park again
and kept me occupied for the next sixteen hours
and the following nineteen months.

You distracted me.
You absorbed me.
You complemented and completed me
and,
when you wondered why I wasn’t passing classes
or getting my bills paid
or why I didn’t have any new stories
because you had heard all my old ones
and was the star of all my new ones,
that’s when you said I needed to expand my horizons.

Don’t you get it?
I didn’t build this thing
and I didn’t tear it down.
I would never have been able
to introduce myself
never could have dared
to occupy your time
the way you occupied my soul.

I take no responsibility for this cataclysm.
It’s your fault.
You gave me this taste
and now that I’m addicted
you’re taking it away?
Really?
FUCK!

I get it.
It’s time
we
moved on.
It’s time
you
find someone
worthy
It’s fine.
But it
none of it
is my fault.