Good-Bye Like A Birds Behind. Poem by Dislocated Heart

She of all beauty, conversations that seem to last forever..
Beauty is only skin deep.. I tell..
Her personality use to Blossom, now only wither...
she speaks of Good-bye's like droppings of a birds behind.
I say.. Sweetie, its not time.. If you must leave, I will not stop you.
She flee, getting her little birdy friends to txt me.

'How dare you? ! '
How Dare I? ?
No, She left, not I.

Once again.. She speaks of Good-bye's like droppings of birds behind.
I will not tolerate.
I will not stand for such foolish-ness..
Its absurd!

People come and go, you may as well, do so.

She in her little mind thinks, I, for one will be a knight and shining armor, riding such an animal to stop you from leaving?
Honestly.. this is no fairy tale..

I look into her eyes.. I'm sorry for not being who you want me to be..
I am flawed..
in more ways then one.

Yet, games continue..
I sat bak down.. she continues with this- 'Do you want me here or not? '
for the last 5 mins, I've been telling her one thing..
Stay. Talk to me...

But I've ran out of words..
perhaps, I no longer care..
Do what you want.. I say..

She speaks of Good-byes like droppings of a birds behind...

Would you be tired after months of the same old game...?
I guess sometimes.. communication can never work out the way you plan...