You are not my friend,
Not my lover,
Not my family,
Not any body.
You are not my safe space,
Not my provider,
Not my perpetrator,
Not my victim either.
You are not someone I know,
Not someone I trust,
Not someone I care about much,
Not someone whose existence has any meaningful impact.
You are not my obsession,
Not even a part time hobby,
Not someone I particularly like,
Not someone I particularly hate either.
You are not my future,
Not my priority,
Not particularly note worthy,
Not someone I even speak of.
You are not the yang to my yin,
Not capable of holding yourself accountable,
Not capable of really and truly loving another,
Not even a curious about meeting my inner most desires.
You are not capable of the strength it takes to hold my weakness,
Not confident enough to take control and take the lead,
Not capable of fully committing to anyone or anything,
And I got tired of waiting.
You can be anybody you want to be,
You can live your lone wolf freedom,
You can do what-ever you please,
With anyone, Anyone but me.
