I keep telling myself
that today
is the last day
the last hour
the last minute
that I will
continue
to deal with
the bullshit
that is
you

And yet
I am still
here

What is my excuse?

I make
more money
I'm smarter
I know that
I can do this
on my own

But
I don't want to
because
I love
you

I gues I know
That if I had to
I could
But I haven't
so far
because I didn't need to
do it
on my own
until now

The scary part is
that time has
arrived