Like the last leaves of autumn I clung to you
Heart and soul splintering as I watched you
Doing the things that will hurt you
Like the howls of winter wind I tried to tell you
what you did not wish to hear
But my words were a stain on the carpet
our paths already parted
Who knows when it started?
Now I can only say: fucking hell this cathartic, my anger left behind as I laugh at it.
And now, like the budding hope of spring I move on to new things. I forgive, I’ll forget and we can both spread our wings.