Listening intently to your words, I shake my head, then look forwards. "This is something you must see; we weren't always meant to be. You threaten suicide, the loss of your life, but that is nothing more than inner strife. I hear your words, I see your wounds, none of them will make me swoon. You insult my choices, abuse my love, here's for you a hard shove--in the right direction, for it is time for you to see, our love was never truly meant to be. I have a new love, can't you see? We're as happy as can be. He loves me deep, he loves me true, and his aura, a different hue than you. He's fun, not serious, unlike you, who can loosen up at times, but is otherwise very shrewd. They say, "count your blessings before they're gone, so you may be happy, and move on." Sadly, you forgot to count me, because now you're as miserable as can be. Hurting yourself again, I see? I guess that's just the fee-- for being weak and foolish, it's not right, to try to threaten to take your life, just so I will love you again, guess that means that you can't fend-- for yourself in this world, you need someone to be hurled--into life with you, just so you can get by, so you can get through. Well, know what? I'm tired of being your bitch. I wish we could've broken up without a hitch. But no! Naught! Neit! Nich! I got a sob story, oh, fun, what glory! I know your life has been hard, right up from the very start, but keeping me from living free, will make ME miserable as can be! Oh, please, oh, please, can't you see?! Now you really are smothering me! I want to try with someone new, without feeling pressured to go back to you! You pressure me, and pressure me, and try to make me feel guilty! It's not my fault, now I see, it's just that you can't get over me! Making me feel guilty is not the way I will come back to thee. Please, I hope, that now you see, that we might not've been meant to be. They say if you love something, set it free, and it's your's if it comes back to thee. With these most recent events, I seriously hope you can make amends--to your life, and to your relationship with me, because, our status, is broken as can be. Clean up your life, get yourself straight, hopefully this reveals to you a new fate. I am not coming back, till you can straighten yourself out, and get your thoughts back on track. I know now that your thoughts are distraught, blinded and blurred by what you thought-- would never happen, would never come to be, but, oh, it has come to be, you see. Maybe it's not you, it's me, but, from my perspective, all I see--is your faults, your misconceptions, and your pithy tries to get my attention. It would've been great, could've been grand, but now I think, you need a hand--from a psychiatrist, a doctor, or a nurse, before, good sir, your emotions burst-- and with those emotions, your beating heart, because that's what you wanted right from the start. A blast to the heart to end all the suffering, with nothing buffering--the way of the bullet, you shot through your chest, nothing to stop it, not even a bulletproof vest. How can you throw your life away, when you have so much left to say? Maybe not to me, or right now, but think about 5 years from now? How about "I do" when you marry your love, or, "you're the best" when hanging out with your bud? Honestly, I would much rather see, you happy in the future, than possibly dead on TV. I'd love to hear about your kid, and the cutest little thing he did, than hear nothing at all, because I lost a friend, which really hurts, in the end. There were girls who wanted you, who knows how many more there can be? But, please, please, stop being stuck on me! I am somebody else's now, wanna know how? I moved on with life; didn't sulk around. I tried my hardest to get over you; now that I've done that, get over me, too.