Endgame

January 24th, 2022

Am I too obvious
Predictable to a fault
Exposed wounds are bleeding
So you rub it in like salt
Am I too honest for you
Someone that communicates
Feelings are too much
You’re done with my updates
But you’re too inconsistent
You go from hot to cold
I can’t keep up anymore
This routine has grown old
So now it is your turn
And this game is chess
You’ll play checkmate
But I’ve won nonetheless
Because I owe it to myself
After all I’ve been through
It’s time to move on
From this life I outgrew