I let you go because it was time.

Months of on and off arguing.

And days of ambiguity.

I let you go because you gave me bad vibes.

I let you go because you were full of yourself.

And I let you go because you made me feel poorly about myself.

I came back to see you because I had hope.

Now I don't.

Your smile and your sense of humor is now dead to me.

And your texts about saying how much you like me are worthless.

You didn't even look at me in the eye.

It was so painful to see I wanted to cry.

But my intuition tells me to let go.

It hurts like hell but I am ready for it.

I can feel my heart ripping in half and I can see the smoke fuming from my ears.

But that is life.

You talked about yourself and not me.

I saw you for the wrong reasons.

I still miss you, but I miss the old you.

I am letting you go because I am too good for you.

Bye.