Do as you want me to. On your time, with only YOU in mind.

Forgetting about myself, my life, my own individual responsibilities.

So you want me to forget about me, and make it all about you?

There was no headstart. Starting over from the bottom, because the top was too sharp.

Thinking smart this time around, being fooled in the past gives you that special power.

The woman’s intuition.

So you want me to ignore that, but I can’t.

Just as we wish to age like wine, my intuition grew over time. I was so stubborn and in denial, I’m not ignoring her this time around….

So you want me to forget. But I ain’t forget shit.

Learning how to let go was never about letting the memory go, but the pain. Learning how to accept my feelings, without expressing that lingering pain. I’ve learned to detach from what doesn’t matter to me, because if I mattered you wouldn’t be doubting me.

So you want me to forgive you?

Moving on wasn’t about being mad or petty, but about being done. There comes a point where relationships need to run its course. Why suffocate yourself from what’s no longer giving you oxygen. Why torture yourself from what’s no longer giving you pleasure.

So you want me to do this again?

But I bet you wouldn’t even do you again?