I’ve run out of “Excuses,” declared a “Moratorium,” saw “Right Through You” and told you that “I’m Not The Doctor.” I now know that it’s not too much to ask for “All I Really Want,” even though I’m far from “Perfect.” I made a vow to myself that “I Would Be Good.” “Are You Still Mad” that I left “Your House?” “I Was Hoping” that you would turn into the “Sympathetic Character” of my dreams. But how “Ironic” that it was only a myriad of “Precious Illusions.” It must have been all of that “Mary Jane” that you were smoking that hid the real you and led me to believe that you had all of the “21 Things I Want In A Lover.” How silly of me to be “Head Over Feet” over a man who is so “Incomplete.” Someone please put me in a “Straitjacket” if I ever make that mistake again.
My “Sister Blister” says that the best way to get over a man is to get “Underneath” a new one. But I think I’ll pass on that “Offer” because I’m “In Praise Of The Vulnerable Man,” not another “Versions Of Violence.” When will we “Wake Up?” Oh, the “Madness” that we go through.
It’s no suprise that sometimes with all of the “So-Called Chaos” that I cry and say “Sorry To Myself.” But the real defining moment doesn’t come until I tell myself that I’m “Forgiven.” Moments like this I can be “Still.”
Oh, but there is one thing “You Oughta Know,” something that I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now. Remember “That Particular Time” when you thought I left you because of a “Fear Of Bliss?” When you thought we would be oh so “Simple Together?” Well, that wasn’t why. I left because “The Only Way Out Is Through.” No longer did you make the “Knees of My Bees” weak. I was tired of being with “The Guy Who Leaves.” I must have been “On The Tequilla” to be with you for so long. Ah well, you live and “You Learn.” Right?
Don’t worry, “This Grudge” that you think I’m holding does not exist. I know what you’re thinking: “Doth I Protest Too Much?” But really, no, I don’t. I’ve washed my “Hands Clean.” I’ve let all of that anger go, I don’t waste my energy on someone who is not “A Man.” Please don’t try to make your way into my future because “You’re Invited,” you “Narcissus.” No surprise that you still think of yourself as something of a “Wunderkind.”
Blame me if you want. “Unprodigal Daughter?” How original? You can keep the “Orchid.”
I’ve become a “Citizen Of The Planet” and I know you want me to show you the “Eight Easy Steps” of how I did it. But we’re “Not As We.” Please put out your “Torch.” Don’t call me anymore; I don’t want to hear your voice on my answering machine “Tapes.” I am no longer at your “Mercy,” “Bent 4 U,” and “Surrendering.” “Purgatorying,” No. I’m rather un-”Flinch”ing.
I’ll walk away confident that I’m the farthest thing from “So Unsexy.” I’m in “Utopia” with my “Hand In My Pocket” “Giggling Again For No Reason.” I have no hard feelings, in fact I “Thank You.” You can call me “Crazy” for leaving if you want to, but I now have “Everything” I ever wanted and I’m in “Limbo No More.” What about my “Princes Familiar,” you ask. He’ll “Owe Me Nothing In Return.”
Yours Truly,
Harmony Thompson
