You would have a happier poem to read by now, but my reading of poxmaker's Already Gone took that away from you. ;P


Nightmare


I guess it's okay for you to get your way.
Just leave me alone no matter all the words I say.

I don't understand that you would want to break my heart.
I don't understand that we could ever live apart.
Yet you're abandoning me, say that you're flying free.

We fight; that's a given. It's natural; give in:
you'll find you're not perfect with anyone else.
I know I'm not, but I'm better with you. When
I beg you to reconsider
you won't; just leave me.

I guess it's okay for you to get your way.
Just have to make me feel better when I come awake.