How nice that the dragon stopped breathing fire
when you bought her one that could talk.
How nice for the girl that could not twirl
that you bought her a brand new dress.
How nice for all the ‘remember when’s”
in a little album you left where I could see.
How nice that now you can ‘love and want’
now that you are free.
I’m so glad that I was the most important thing
that you had in your life.
Can you imagine what being the least would have felt like?
Probably a lot like this.
How nice that you no longer have to live
these separate and divided lives.
How nice that I no longer have to see it
written out on the screen.
How nice that all you needed was someone to believe
that you could make the right choices.
How nice that I did and I gave you everything
and you threw it back at me.
How nice that I had to come to the point
of stealing the answers I needed.
How nice will it be when all that I know
doesn’t hurt me ever again?