Poetry is an Excuse to Make Grammatical Errors.

So move on,
Go away,
There's the excuse that I've wanted,
To make what I've done go away.

I feel special,
that you wasted so much of your time.
For your own sanity,
you changed your mind once he was mine.
I thought we'd be together,
Eventually,
Perhaps.
When I got my act together,
When my sanity wasn't on the laspe.
I thought you pined for so long,
that destiny would take it's course.
Suddenly, you're over me;
expressing your feelings for the wasted time with remorse.

If you didn't want baggage,
you shouldn't have come to me.
If you wanted picture perfect illusions,
you should have lusted after a character on TV.
If I really wanted you,
I should have been there.
I wasn't, so now what?
Let's pretend we don't care.

I'm apathetic.
You're violently compelled.
You haven't scratched the surface,
but found where my monsters dwell.
You're guilty when mean.
I'm remorseful when kind.
We would have made a terrible match.
Or am I just blind?