Dedicated to the one who can’t be named.
Our relationship could’ve been saved
Had I been of a different temperament.
Meekness was the sort of quality
I never possessed. I wasn’t slave material.
I’ll never be accused of the folly
Of jettisoning my career
For an unstable relationship.
In this way, when we do part ways
I will not bitterly regret anything
But just keep on living.
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