I don't want to pretend anymore.

I don't want to pretend

that you don't have the past that you do,
that more isn't required of you
that you didn't violate the one thing I asked you not to do
I don't want to pretend

I don't want to pretend

that I'm not completely justified in walking away
without hearing whatever you have to say
because it's all excuses anyway
and I don't want to pretend

I don't want to pretend

that I don't wish it could be redeemed, different
even though all my grace has been spent
but if this wasn't all completely evident
well, then, I don't want to pretend

anymore

May I have this Dance?

So, apparently that's it and that's
the way it's supposed to be
No fight just a
two-step dance
Around the things that are still
unhealthy

Maybe there was a moment there, Maybe there was
not
All I know is that the world
sparkles
less
When the music stops

I've tiptoed over
crocodiles and
tangoed in quick
sand
I've waltzed upon volcanic rock but
howe'er it starts it
ends

I claim no fairy tale this time but
I wonder as of late, how
Cinderella felt the moment
after
her lovely dance with
fate