Walking Away I Go Poem by cynthia arnao

Do you even care

What am I doing wrong

I am allowing you to not kiss me

To not be intimate with me

To keep your distance

Is a simple conversation too much

If you don't desire to speak with me then maybe you don't desire to be here

There are times that I truly point the finger at myself

Is it because I am too independent

Too much of a b word as you would say

Is it because of my perfect life that you find it imperfect

Is it because I am doing so well

Do you choose to stay around until something mediocre comes along

In the end, its not only your choice

As much as I hate to give up...I must to get up and walk away

Walking towards you dos not work...so walking away.......I go...........