On August 25, 2022

I’m not going to twist your arm anymore

You’ve made it quite clear

For whatever reason you’ve come up with now, you don’t want a relationship with me

Maybe you never did

Chance after chance

Lie after lie

Shitty excuse after shitty excuse

Like a damn CD skipping in the 90’s

I thought if I kept trying that maybe something different would happen

Took out the relationship, wiped it clean over and over again

But all that did was worsen the damage- I’m done

And it’s not just a scratch

It never was

It’s more like a gaping hole

That’s way too deep to repair now

And the thing is, I know you

I know that once I say “I’ve had it”, it’s more final than maybe it should be

But there’s a lot of things that should be

But aren’t

You should be there for me

You should care enough to show it

You should buy my books I write and publish

You should put your bullshit aside long enough to give me an explanation as to why I haven’t seen you

But I guess you’re just not equipped to do those things

But see, I’m able to do things you can’t

Like put an end to relationships that take more than they give

I shouldn’t have had to send a text that said

“Goodbye”

But today that’s what it came to

Dad, this is it

Checkmate

You lost

Me