You and me

We don’t match

There’s no harmony between souls like us

and when I let go of the illusions

of what could have been

Let go of the resentment

of narcissistic behaviour

of insecure games

and see the weakness

for what it is

I feel at ease for having dodged that bullet

But before all of that

I let my ego take charge

throw a tantrum for not having my way

letting myself loose my shit

cutting him off

like there’s no tomorrow

throwing him out the door

like he was yesterday’s trash

And we could spend days

weeks

months

years

treating each other like shit

But this time

I am looking

at my own stuff

and instead of throwing it all at you

I am cleaning up my own mess