No longer fighting for the things we fought for. Longing for the money to buy special things. Wanting her and your “friends” to get along. It will all be easy. You will find yourself in my shoes. Doing more. Losing more. The shoes that I denied you of. The shoes I kept on my feet. This is not me wishing things on you. This is me being aware. That struggle we fought against. Those words we shared. Ideas and expressions that I deny my longing for. You will do the same. Deny deny deny. Until that day you wake up, and that void is an empty cavity in your heart chamber. That spot you saved for me. That spot I worked for. I earned. I’m not naive. And I don’t want you. I want your soul. These growing pains I went through, these strengths I found are not in vain. But now it’s your turn. I’m not gone and im not staying. Im around. My heart won’t break. My heart knows this. But you are naive. Weaker yet wiser. You’re smart, but I acquired sonority years ago. I’ve been here before. It’s all too familiar. Why am I do concerned about your feelings? Because if I damaged you, you’d resent me. Can’t have that. That’s my selfless gift to you.