Misinterpret me to your heart’s demise and desire-
I’ve been wounded so far that I bathe myself
In Ocean water, the water of tears
And of drowned ones.
No longer does it hurt,
No longer do I care.
I’ve chosen the way of solitude
And I can’t bring myself to try harder
Than I already am.
To dances I don’t go to
Or rather, to dances I’ll go to alone:
I say this,
Leave me in peace for I
Have now moved on from you
And the strange effects you once held upon
For this is the first and last time I’ll say the sweet lie explicitly,
That I’m completely over you.
Fighting me over a guy?
You’re fighting yourself.