The Ego Has Landed

You're not sure that you love me
But you're not sure enough to let me go
Baby it ain't fair you know
To just keep me hangin' 'round

You say you don't wanna hurt me
Don't wanna to see my tears
So why are you still standing here
Just watching me drown

[Chorus]
And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine
Don't worry 'bout this heart of mine
Just take your love and hit the road
There's nothing you can do or say
You're gonna break my heart anyway
So just leave the pieces when you go

Now you can drag out the heartache
Baby you can make it quick
Really get it over with
And just let me move on

Don't concern yourself
With this mess you've left for me
I can clean it up, you see
Just as long as you're gone

[Chorus]

You not making up your mind
Is killing me and wasting time
I need so much more than that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Leave the pieces when you go
Oh yeah
Leave the pieces when you go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Leave the pieces when you go

    Now, I'm starting to realize that in the end, I'm going to be the loser in this fight. Now, I know that in the end, we are still going to part with you heading off your own way leaving me wishing that we'd still meet someday. Wishing that when that someday comes, you'll look with the decisive love and affection.

    I don't even know why I'm thinking this way considering that you don't have any idea that I'm suffering because of this unlabeled equation that we have. I don't know what's going on in that frigging head of yours, but I sure hope that my feelings for you, blasted creature, would soon disappear.
 

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Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

I got this poem from Golda's site.

If there's any poem I want to dedicate to that blasted maggot, it would probably be this. I wanted to write my own so as to claim my feelings, but then again, I surmise that he would be perturbed even with that heart-warming gesture of affection.

I don't want to inflate his ego which is already as huge as a Titan, so let's just cease this ultra-emotional and hormonal episode altogether.