The day YOU decided to open I’s eyes to the pseudo hiatus
I saw ‘I’self – nothing.
I had shrunk to vacum.
And then You walked away because You didn’t want to deal with it.
I did not ask You to deal with it.
During those days when You couldn’t look I in the eye
Began I’s baby lessons on self worth.
I learned when to be there and when to let go.
I just wants You to keep in mind that You weren’t
Fun to be with either.
You skulked as well.
I decided to stay. To pull You through.
That is the difference between the “mature” You and the immature I.
That it’s not about fun all the time.
I has to say I is thankful to YOU for starting the chain reaction
I now understands YOU created the hiatus
To bury I in it
To dispose I off.
YOU needed I around no longer.
Well I realized that YOU is not as great as YOU and I thought YOU to be.
That I can survive without YOU.
So if YOU and You are having fun together,
Good for YOU You.
But there is one thing I has to puke out
That thing about YOU You and space was a lie
And I hopes YOU You realize it someday.
I is letting YOU You go. Like a kite.
Return to I if YOU You are meant to.