The Life Sublime

I thought that I could do the work to grow love into being.
I played the sweet and understanding woman of your dreams.
I thought if I could love you back how you said you loved me,
We’d be alright, just you and I, live somewhat happily.

My likes were yours, my self destroyed, my independence out on loan.
The life you had that wasn’t mine, I claimed because I lost my own.

You never asked me for my life. I don’t know why I gave it.
I put the pressure all on you to worship me and save it.
But now I know it isn’t mine. My life is not to give.
I can’t give mine or ask for yours ‘cause life is just to live.

I leave you now to take a chance. I’m taking my remaining time.
The freedom now to just be me is more than love. It’s life sublime.

March 28th, 2007