Pull in close
Bundle up on a
Cold evening
Limbs, lips,
Lives
Inter-twined
But not now
Sad
     So sad
The world lost some
Glitter lately
And I feel
Like I stare too much
Want too much
Have too much need
Greed
Selfish bitch
     You called me
Selfish
When in reality
I thought little of myself
Cared only to please
And to pacify
     Placate
Try to keep a peace
When a piece of my
Self got out of hand
Out of who's hand?
Your hand, your
Yardstick
And you couldn't wouldn't didn't
See
Didn't want to see
Because maybe
You'd've had to take
Peeks into your own selfishness
Your own insatiable ego
Always build you up
It got boring
Reassuring you that
You were not
And so I don't blame
Me as much as I thought.
And I don't want to
Care anymore
Feel sorry for you
Or wish you were here
I just feel sad
     Blue
Lonely
     Sad
Afraid
     Sad
Mad
     Sad
Glad
     Relieved
Sad
     Stupid
Silly
     Tired
Old and sad
Old and used up
Old like I've been
Worn so thin
You could tear me with
A butter knife
And spread me
Paper-thin
On your morning toast
But that should
     Eventually
Pass
And maybe I
Won't feel
Sad
Anymore
Over you.