“I’m just a notch in your bedpost.  But you’re just a line in a song.”

                                                                       —Fall Out Boy

Go on then,

without me.

If I am to forget you,

let the process start today.

Don’t string me along for another day

with false hope.

If you’re not coming back,

let my heart grow cold towards you

now.

What is this unique hell you put me through?

To feel so cherished

and then so abandoned.

To get me addicted to your taste

and then take it away.

What is this death by silence?

There once was music

and every song was about you

and me.

And now there’s nothing.

You were worth waiting for

until you stopped responding.

I am alone again

and it is worse

than never having had you at all.

I guess the first hit is always free,

but you pay for the last one

with your heart.

You were my drug,

an easy danger to flirt with.

I stayed high on your love

as if it were real.

Now I’m just another junkie

left in your wake.

I will go on,

without you.

I will heal from this wound.

I will find another you,

one that doesn’t deal in illusions,

someone who plays for keeps.

And once I find him,

I’ll never think of you again.