Changes

These changes need to be made
For me and you
For better or worse
Loss, death, or more perverse

With or without
There isn't a doubt
I'm better off gone
In my own little world
Like so many people before

You're on the verge of being quarantined
From my brain, my heart, my soul
Never to be felt again
Because soon after that
You'll be gone for good

My feelings matter not
To anyone I know
For I am strong enough
To overcome

I will survive no more
Nor live like the poor

One detail  (or technically two)
Keep my destroyer at bay
Because you have done nothing
To help make headway

You take and take
Until it breaks
And I've been broken
{one too many times}

And my roots are calling
As we are falling
Yet my hands aren't ready
To grasp for yours

Because you seem

        To be
 
Calling
              to ...............another...

And that's all fine
We'll break our bread
Drink our wine
And I'll keep it in my head

That one day...
         you'll be all to happy to
[EX]-change me

For better or worse
Loss, death, or more perverse
By me or you
These changes will be made