I took a little time to revisit my least favorite form of literature... Poetry. Unless it's Edgar Allan Poe. I will never dislike his poetry... nevermore. I wrote this awhile back and forgot about it. So from my mind to paper to print... Here it is.
I will never be.
I will never be your second choice. If I am, please move on.
I will never be undone again. If you think can, just try.
I will never be underestimated. And if you do, that will be fun.
Life is too short I have learned. I do not waste my time. For you see, it is MY time. It was given to ME to use as I wish. Just like your time was given to you. So do not waste it. Let's not waste it together.
I will never have my time taken from me again. You have gotten all you will get.
I will never be the one to teach you. I taught myself and so can you.
I will never be your door mat. You can wipe your feet on something else.
Why do I explain myself? And I do. and very often. Because that's how we learn about each other.
You feel that you don't need to. Fine. You don't feel that I need to know. Fine.
But fuck you.
I will never be stopped. Only death will stop me.
I will never be your crutch. I wasn't the one.
I will never be left to wonder. I don't have time for your mystery.
There are times when I look at you and think how you got too far. From here on, you will never come back to that place. I won't let you. Years from now, I will look back and see how I traveled the road without you and survived.
I will never be yours.
I will never miss you.
I will never stop moving forward.
CSM
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