New Moon Poem by Charlie Annalls

I don't want to see you
I don't want to hear
I don't want you distant
Yet can't bear you near

I'm tired of your nonsense
I'm tired of your lies
I'm tired of your contact
And hate the goodbyes

I'm scared of the passion
I'm scared of the proof
I'm scared of the guessing
But won't face the truth

I won't keep believing
I won't let it go
I won't be polite
My anger will show

This, is the way that it is
And will be.
This is how things are.
This, now, is me.