7th Goodbye

This life is a bad story
One I wouldn't tell my friends
Even though I would wound them, hurt them,
Just to make them feel what I feel.
But this life, this life is not what
Either of us planned. Too many times
You made me come to you and too little
Did you offer, willingly.
And for an excuse you claimed
You couldn't let it end as it must
If we were lovers.

O I made you beautiful, & you were kind.
But it is me who has the bad taste in his mouth,
Not you.