You told me not to be a girl,
You told me not to react in the way girls do,
You told me not to cry
And you were right -
For what's the point of crying
If it's only over you?
Does it have to be a sunny day?
To suit my mood it should be raining,
It should be chucking it down
While the sky is complaining,
And am I a shoddy girl to leave this way,
Or does it match how you've been treating me?
And did you really have so much to say
When, in three simple words, you're leaving me?
You said you'd go, but
I'm beating you to it,
Packing up my stuff,
Leaving you a note under a fridge magnet,
A note with really nothing to it,
Just a few short lines,
Distilled emotion -
Do you realise how it has all added up?
Five years into three little lines,
A few dozen words.
Has it really been five years?
What a huge chunk of my life
That's come to nothing but
On the back of a torn open envelope -
There it lies
Beside the photographs we put up there:
Of happier times
When I didn't need
Those three little lines.
And as I walk out of the door,
I'll smile and shake my head,
I'll bite my lip, bite back the tears that
You told me not to shed -
I won't be a girl,
I won't be anything - just an ex-girlfriend ghost
Leaving nothing behind
Except the one thing in the world
That I used to love the most,
One human being out of a million
That could have been, that was