Fine Without Me...

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    Fine Without Me...

    I let the top down on my 57' mustang, taking me to no end of destination..I'm on my way, letting my hair blow in the wind. I let yesterday pass as the wind blows through my fingertips...I'm a mess...but I'll be alright.

    Dry tears from yesterday and the fight that night, made me realize my life with you, was not right. Fighting the demons that have been following me half my life...all of the wrong you did seems so right?

    Glassy eyes filled with smoke temporarily take away all the pain and frustration at that moment takes all my motivation...

    " I said I was going to leave...but he said he loved me."

    Nothing mattered at all, not my successful job, the fact that I had a million friends who don't bother to call. I lost it all for that man I called "My true love"...

    Now I'm driving down this highway mad as hell, feeling like I am trapped and the only one suffering from loves spell.

    Sad to say, it was never meant to be..I mean he was in love from the beginning; he was never in love with me. I could accept that and everything he did to me. I wanted him and soon I would make him mine, teach him and in return, he would love me.

    I played the roll put on a smily face, survived it all knowing the truth each day soon you would leave me and it showed in your ways, actions and everything you had to say. In return I got...'I love you but, the timings not right. I'm hanging with the boys, we'll chill another night..."

    I found a reason to love even if Ididn't included you. It's why I left... I am writing you this letter and can clearly, I was always okay...I needed more for me.

    Now letting the sun be my guide, I'm on my way. I could not find the courage to be without you and looking back on the months I spent in a relationship being alone while with you. I grew in this experience became my best friend and had to accept reality...My dear this is the end.

    So take my love lost and begin to learn, that karma will get you in end before your next turn.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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