Distance

So, you are content to spend your days away from me. Oh, that's your idea of free?

Fine. Don't be concerned when I move on away from you.

Give me a sign. What do you really want to do?

I feel like I don't even know you anymore. You hurt me at every turn. You'd think by now that I'd be used to the burn. When will I ever learn, that you will never be the one for me?

I hate this crap you put me through. You aren't good at all. You only think of yourself, and you never catch me when I fall.

But I'm not concerned with you anymore. I'm living my life without worrying about you. So go and do what you do. You will anyway. There's nothing I can say, to change any part of you.

I know who I am, and what I'm supposed to do. That doesn't include taking care of you.

You say you're grown, but if that was true, you'd be on your own, and not with me, because you don't love me. I know that. It's a fact. I don't care how you will react to this.

But I'm fine. God loves me, and Jesus does, too. I don't require absolutely anything from you. I have all I need.

You used to be all I want. But I've found strength in myself, because you certainly don't.