single

i've taught myself to sleep in the middle of the bed. but i always wake up on the left side, leaving the rest empty.
i see people with what i want, engaging themselves in mindless prattle in the expanses of ordinary lives. these couples' years go by insideof mistakes, and i grow stronger the longer my company is respected, mostly by me.
he said he didn't want to commit; he said he felt confined; he's still in love with someone who left him for california; and they are all the same man. they won't grow up, and i'm not supposed to talk about it short of stepping on toes.
i hold up a mirror: it's what i do, and i ask for honesty they cannot give.
so i walk away with myself, drive to a happier place, move to another city.
now i know that i care enough to learn, get past the hurt, and be. otherwise you can go to hell. i've got so much going for me, always have, and you can't take it through your blinded haze. someone's leading you by the hand; someone's breathing into your ear, and maybe one day it'll be clear you have to be responsible for who you are and what you've done.