It’s not you, it’s me. Really, I’m just tired. I can’t sleep at night. I have problems with commitment. My mom always said I was a free spirit. I can’t stay in one place for too long. Time for me to be moving on. Look, don’t cry, please, don’t cry. I really like you. It’s just not working out. I can’t always be the one to be supporting you. It’s just give, give, give and what do I get in return? It’s you, not me. I can’t just keep putting in, keep talking and you are always silent. Nothing. Sure, there’s a pip and a peep here and there. But that’s not going to keep me warm at night. And I couldn’t make any money. This is not my idea of a good diet. This is a negative space and I can’t do it anymore. So, it’s over. I’m out.

Just kidding. I’m just burnt out. I love you. I’m taking the weekend to relax and regain my spirits. I will be back next week. Back to my normal ways. Maybe even some poetry… in bloom.