OMIT
mjd 12/03/02

I am the star in a grade B soap opera.
I am sweet and naive as I paint myself to be.
The world watches week after week as I tear my chest open to let you in.
I allowed you to keep me, and own me. And hurt me.
Their reaction is always the same, as it's never any big surprise.
What a shame, they mumble.
And the word gets out that I've done it again.
People stop watching knowing they can tune-in in a few months and
Nothing will have changed.
To stare in wide wonder, disgusted fascination, as I do it to myself
Again.

So I will change.

Because you won't.

Fuck you.

You're not coming back.
Not ever again.

When I see you on the street, crawling back towards me,
I won't even turn your way.

There is not a thought more.
Nor paragraph.
Word.
Syllable.

No sigh.

Goodbye.