Done

I'm quitting.
Now.

Subconsciously I knew it all along,
I know you did, too.
You can't just toy with somethings
and expect no trouble to brew.

I'm getting out,
though there was nothing to fall into,
atleast that was the plan
(don't hurt yourself in the shallow end).

This won't be the last time I speak of you,
but I'm going to try and make this clean,
clean as possible.
I've cut all visible ties,
but that's clearly not all there are.

But starting now,
I quit.
I'm never going back there again.

Wonder if you'll even miss me-
probably not till late some nite,
sitting around by yourself,
wishing there was someone there to hold.