If you haven't already, read No More. before you read the following post, because this post is a sequel to that post. The following poem was originally written 10/23/09:
Goodbye my love, it's been fun.
You know, I see why you're always on the run...
Running from something, you can't get away.
You never will, in your heart I will stay...
Because I was the best you ever had.
I was the one who made you truly glad.
It is your loss not mine, but it is still very sad.
I can only hope you grow up, because I know you're not bad.
For you I feel sorry; for you I feel grief.
I hope you learn to turn over a new leaf.
I just hope I helped you in some small way;
That thought provides me comfort at the end of the day.
And with that I quietly say, "No more."
I cannot open a nonexistent door.
I bid farewell, I say adieu...
I'm sorry I have to do this, but I'm sorry for YOU.
No More II.
Goodbye my love, it's been fun.
You know, I see why you're always on the run...
Running from something, you can't get away.
You never will, in your heart I will stay...
Because I was the best you ever had.
I was the one who made you truly glad.
It is your loss not mine, but it is still very sad.
I can only hope you grow up, because I know you're not bad.
For you I feel sorry; for you I feel grief.
I hope you learn to turn over a new leaf.
I just hope I helped you in some small way;
That thought provides me comfort at the end of the day.
And with that I quietly say, "No more."
I cannot open a nonexistent door.
I bid farewell, I say adieu...
I'm sorry I have to do this, but I'm sorry for YOU.
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