Im getting out
I’ve been throwing out your things
Pockets of stones,
thrown away,
one crumb at a time
so I don’t feel the weight of it
–
I can’t be in here anymore
With the chicken carcass
And the bear pillows
The bedtime songs
The goodnight kisses
Can’t you see
I can’t be here
Not because I don’t love you
But because I love you too much
Part of me feels like its my duty to watch it
To keep my eyes open
And watch you burn down the house while you’re still in it
But I’m not strong enough
So I can’t stay
I can’t watch
–
The hardest part is
I see you
I see the hurt
I’ve held your face in my hands
And I’ve looked into the soul of you
And I want to release you from it
–
Of course it wasn’t all bad
Of course you weren’t the worst
And I do
I do forgive you
And I understand
And I want to tell you
That I miss you
But I can’t
–
Because I can’t go back
I know
I know that I’ve got a mother-shaped-black-hole
And nothing
And no-one can fill it
–
Not
even
you