I have finally made it to the point where you mean nothing more to me than I to you.
"I'll always be your friend," you say... Yet still, I'm so afraid of losing you.

And your promises hold no comfort.

But I won't get angry anymore. I meant what I said.

You see, sometimes I don't want to be like you... not even a little bit.

You have no time for me, boy. But I don't need your time or your thoughtless touch or your empty words.

Please don't come back.

My bed has shrunk; there's no room for you.
The table is full; your seat has been taken.
Your couch is off limits; I can't sleep.

So, lovey, hear me when I say that we will never fit again.

I love you, baby.
goodbye.