It’s official;
      It just wasn’t going to be you. 

Frankly, 
I have gained new tastes. 

An appetite for full-throttle 
adoration. I told him I am 

at my wit’s end with dreamers.  

I am finished with wannabe
muses. 

I am sickened by 
the rigamaroll of rudimentary relations. 

it is too much for me. 

it all means so little