Im amused at  the way your guilt, for all you’ve done manifests itself in transference of responsibility .

The original its not you its me syndrome morphing to its all you

The accusations of lie’s when I was the first to be truthful to you

The audacity of calling me fake in your plastic peopled word

The loss was i thought mine back then, right now i realise its all yours

Vain attempts to win me back to soothe your guilty  mind.

I moved on , excuse me for not roaming the streets wailing , almost a year on.

What once was the most inportant , precious thing to me , is now simply a memory fading as sunlight fades paint .

So with a decidedly unheavey heart i bid you goodbye, goodluck , good riddance.