she\'s too absurd, too vindictive, too petty,
but no more than i,
she\'s too stubborn, too strong-willed, too stoic,
but no more than i,
too unforgiving, too vain, too afraid of living,
but am i really going to let her go without saying goodbye?
all my barbed insults,
lie trapped at the back of my throat,
the thought of you deflects all affects of aggression.
i relish the chance to recall who i am without you,
oh but that you made me such that i must question,
i cannot say what that means,
it is too much, indeed, to mean.
farewell to you seems like too big a thing to treat small,
so i think i prefer not to treat at all.