Overwhelming expectations,
Always lead to poor relations,
Degradation, false hopes,
And lost patience.
Sad salutations,
To mark the start,
Of Farewell.

I don’t want to be the one that’s lost,
Following you at any cost.
Nor do I want to be a vicarious dream come true,
When I’m not enough, not for you.

When will you turn your back on me?
Say finally, that I fell far too short,
And leave me to begin anew,
Without prior affections affecting me?
All this pointless misery,
Your word, your refusal, your latest decree
No longer mean a thing to me.

Overwhelming expectations,
Always lead to poor relations,
Degradation, false hopes,
And lost patience.
Sad salutations,
To mark the start,
Of Farewell:
Wish you well.
Away from me.

Jessie Gutierrez