Reality

Even now, you present me with only one choice.

To leave.

Maybe it is for the best.

If I had any doubts, they are cleared.

If you are only willing to put in one percent, that doesnt give me much hope.

You have been too careless, too carefree.

You take me for granted.

You never understood where I was coming from.

You show concern once in a blue moon.

You go less than a distance.

It is true.

You stop where others will continue.

Everything is for your convienent's sake.

You leave me achorless.

You were never there.

Maybe we built walls too high with each other.

Maybe some of it was partially my fault.

Maybe it is because you do not ask much from me either.

But I cannot deal with you any longer.

I cannot waste my time and energy.

So I thank you, for letting me go easy.

And now, all I can do is breathe.