But, I'll put this on a shelf for good

 - to keep myself from drowning

 and all the things; misunderstood, 

I guess they're pointless now. 

‘cause, you won't come around….

 Tried to get you to talk to me, 

maybe come to terms with “how”… 

so unlike you, to be so cold And

I can't figure out …

guess it never meant enough  

if I meant anything at all….

Guess that's the problem with the clouds;

you don't anticipate the fall.

I never wanted this, 

til it was all I’d ever need….

wait until I was all in, 

then tear it out from underneath… and

I can't even be mad - 

because, I'm a poet too 

and 

The way you cut me out 

was just too tragic not to use.