You In Peace; I In Pieces Poem by Donna Dolorical

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean for us to end up like this.
I'm sorry that I never did tell you
the things that you should have heard straight from my lips
I'm sorry that I worshipped you from behind your back
and then smiled reservedly to your face
I'm sorry if I ever made you feel so bound or beholden;
I never wanted you to feel that way
The guitar, the late night talks,
and everything else, were all yours by rights
because the truth is: I am the one who owes so much to you
In fact I'm still not paid-
because I haven't yet paid with my pride, my candor
And I know -god, but don't I know- if I couldn't be honest with you,
then I forfeit all rights to keep you,
forfeit all rights to be your friend.
So goodbye, ok?
You are my ghost and I was yours,
But I am leaving you in peace now.