It was obvious that we

Were meant for each other.  So

Obvious that I was the only one who could

Love you after knowing you,

Like me.

I loved you and I took the chance.  But,

I tried everything and nothing worked.

And I loved you so.  If

You had only let me…

…well it doesn't matter now.

I wonder, now, why it hurt.

It seems we've been at cross-purposes

But it doesn't matter now.

You may think that by saying "I'm sorry," all

The errors and hurts of the past can

Be remedied, obliterated from the mind,

All the poison drawn from old wounds, I

Was never one to patiently pick up

Broken fragments and glue them together and

Tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new.

What is broken is broken.  Clean slates and

Starting all over are accompanied by constant

Lies and polite disillusionment.

I couldn't live with you and

Lie to you and I certainly couldn't

Lie to myself.  I can't even lie to you now.

I wish

I could care what you do

Or where you go,

But I can't.

In short

My dear, I don't give a damn.

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