A beautiful voice

Is a very precious gift

Only one of yours.

It’s time to grow up,

leave the past behind,

No longer a child.

Burn every letter.

Throw away every text.

Start over, for real.

I’m done reacting,

Through weighing and measuring

Each and every word.

I’m finished wrestling

Trying to reach your closed heart

With my empty touch.

I’m over struggling,

Guessing what you are thinking

Hoping my words help.

I’m done testing out,

Passing each request in full,

Yet no agreement.

I’m no longer bound,

Held by vacant loyalty,

Meaningless to you.

Yes, this is goodbye.

No, I care no more to try.

Done, for good, this time.

Sometimes I just write.

No underlying message,

Just simple release.

My second error

Was supposing you wanted

To be whole again.

“Heads or tails?” they asked,

A matter of perspective,

How foolish was I….

You would be surprised

Just how much darkness and pain

Can dwell within the meek.

Telling you my past

Hoping you were my future

Was my first mistake.

To Paris, a promise

Broken one-hundred times, hence

Impossible choice.