I'm glad God gave me something to dislike about you-
Because, as you know, I was head over heels about your essence-
But now to know your core beliefs differ so radically from what I hold dear-
It makes me happy-
I've escaped your charismatic spell-
You're no longer angelic in my mind-
And that's phenomenal!
You know better than to think that means I dislike you-
You still have my heart more than most-
But, God, this feels like freedom!
You'll still be one of my not-so-imaginary friends.
But there's distance, now, where there wasn't before.
And I kind of want to spite you-
That's just the way I am, now please don't take it personally.
I'll still call you sweetheart and lovee and dear-
But my love is no longer blind
It sees blemishes upon your ganymede face, which separates you from the godly.
And I'll seek out the opposition, since that is where my heart sits.
I'm content in my world of hypocrites and hippies!
I thrive here just as well as the world of vehemence and valor you cling so closely to.
I'll still indulge in your embrace, but I shan't sit waiting to hear your words.
I have my own words-
Many which I wish to scream from rooftops-
And I have my share of rooftops here.
But today, I'll be off on my pursuit of happiness and free coffee-
Which I'll need-
Since I have many, Many words today!
...Though-
It's a real shame-
You would've made a damn good bohemian, Lovee.
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