The idea of me.

You fell in love with an idea.

A man strong and true, filled with morals, kindness and virtue.

You liked that i'm safe, you liked that I'm there.

Whether I'd come home to you each night, you never had to care.

I respected your mind, your thoughts and your dreams.

For you though the grass, next door was more green.

You constantly searched, explored and you yearned.

As i waited each time for your inevitable return.

You never looked to see why i'd wait. Why when you left, it would never breed hate.

It was love in my heart, that constantly burned. Your happiness and joy was my sole concern

I waited one time, then twice and then three.

The pain that it caused, you may never see.

The fire in my soul may never be quenched, but this time's for good, my heart won't be wrenched..

I gave you my all.

You gave it right back.

You called me duck that couldn't even quack!

So now we move on, towards opposite poles. All that is left, are a few ashy coals.

Someday you'll see, that the idea of me, was something to value and i gave it for free.