Here's the break up for the relationship you never knew existed, but took too lightly.

Well, maybe I was a little bit over-reaching

It is quite possible, and a tad bit likely,

But God, you made my time more bearable,

And damn you, you never made my skin quiver,

Until you were rooted and solid,

And uncompassionate again.

You're not the looker, sweetheart,

So don't get too full of yourself,

But the things you did to me,

The simple phrases that played too much with shivers,

And the little ways you tied me up.

In that mask, so faintly amused,

Oh the angles I'd bend for you,

The lengths I'd jump for you,

Just to keep you slightly smiling,

Or more slightly pleased.

I just wanted you captivated,

In just as deep and drowning,

Suffering for seconds spent apart.

Six thousand years you promised,

Of knowing my inside out,

Of unbearable angst,

And sweet, sweet agony,

But.

You've got that other twit.

You took such exquisite joy in twisting me,

And you knew these deep dark stories,

Long before I ever thought to see them.

You knew how I felt hun,

I never was too good at playing hard to get.

You knew the way you moved the skies,

And shook me to my very soul.

You knew it all along…

But I think I'll get over it.