I'm ready for a sort of closure and I hope you are too.
After months of questioning and bargaining with my thoughts
I've come to accept that sometimes
We cannot be with people we are so strongly connected to
The moment we first met we knew something was meant to happen
And maybe we took that for granted
But I don't want to think of you anymore
Because every thought of you is associated with pain
Of betrayal and hurt and desperation
And I'm ready to be loved
Loved the right way by someone who looks at me
And believes that he's so lucky to have me
Who believes that I'm someone that only comes once
And he would do anything to make me want to stay
I wish you'd seen that before
Or maybe you see that now
And maybe you might want to try again but I will say
No
No.
No.
Because when a burglar robs your house and destroys the foundation on which that home was built
And insists it was your fault you left the door unlocked in the first place
Then proceeds to mention how all the other houses are better than yours
Before asking to be invited as a special guest to tea
The answer is no.
Even after I find myself in a castle
And the community comes together to fix this broken abode
To make it look better than it was before
There will be moments when I will see through the fresh paint
And the brand new sofa
Or the shiny hob
Everything won't be the same
And most of all, I will remember to lock the door.