It’s nice to be normal once in a while,
It makes me feel a little less than estranged from the world.
So I’ve decided to write constructed poetry,
Like I used to, complete with a title
All in its own font and underlined.
I haven’t written like that in years.

I’m a far cry from average, but not quite above or below.
Tell me if this is beyond you, I’ll take it down a notch.
Wouldn’t want to compromise your understanding now.
You’re a little less than everything I’ve ever wanted,
But close enough for me. Close enough to let it slide,
Slide and fall to the floor with a crash,
Smash, shatter into millions of wants, wishes, dreams.

I’ve been here before, with someone else.
It didn’t work out then, either. I expected no more.
Three’s the charm, and you’re only number two.
It wouldn’t have mattered how perfect you would have been.
No more excuses, it doesn’t matter now.
It’s over, learn to put it behind you.
You’ll grow stronger from this,
‘Cause it sure won’t kill you.

The ground we’re standing on is a well-worn crossroads,
So prepare to part ways. The journey was well worth the pain.
I don’t regret anything. Return the favor.
Now go, leave me to myself, I don’t deserve any better.
I brought this on myself. No one else gets the credit.
This one’s mine. You’re not allowed to blame yourself.

I broke our crystalline romance, it shattered in my hands,
Wolfish paws, complete with crooked claws,
Nails accentuated by the burnt ashes of your heart,
Which were buried in earth recently dug up,
Then laid to rest in a very disruptive way.