It began last year, at least I thought it did.
Did a year make me numb to the signs?
I should have known when you wanted me alone
but now I'm far too late.
Was it me all along? Or was it you at all?
Could I have been your queen?
Your late night crying call?
You made me mad, and elated
and so very very confused.
Is it like this every time?
Because now it aches to see you with her,
I know she's not really your type
But I think I'm finally done with you.
Less broken -
in my mind.