and it is unbearably liberating.
"I could never be so good
to deal with how the old lady
will pass the road... "someone said.
I was always the good one, thus I grew up...
I was neglecting myself.
I'm learning now to shrink roles.
Learning to forget others.
Learning to look at last
shortcomings in me.
Learning to ignore you,
'cause your love is killing me.
I wanted to live with you.
I'm here, you are elsewhere.
Voluntarily you no longer come near me.
It's just natural selection.
I have to accept it emotionally,
to assimilate it.
I owe it to my precious self.
