Got a big mouth,
doesn't mean I have to use it.
I would be a copy
of you and your games.
My thoughts have changed,
and changed many others also.
I evolve because I choose to
not cause I have to.
The time is here now.
So tired of looking back
I feel I need to run.
Do I need direction?
Not anymore.
The wind will steer my sails,
and this is fine.
I won't stay here floating
only to drown with you later.

Salted Promises

I sailed twice around you before you even noticed that I was there. I braved many waves, all of them threatening to take my life. Soaked and tired, I looked up awaiting your approval. Nothing.
The sun rose a different color today. I charted a different course, hoping for a new beginning. I still saw some threatening seas, but I reminded myself that they were nothing that I hadn't conquered before. This was nice. I finally was validated, by myself.

I read in the paper that you drowned. You were so desperately trying to fix your hair and your makeup as the waves hit you in the face. You yelled to your crew how wrong they were, and if they had listened to you that this mess wouldn't have happened. Hate to tell you, but you can't stop the inevitable. You placed blame till your last breath, it's funny really. I won't go to your funeral, as I wouldn't grovel at your feet. You have nothing I want or need, nor did you ever. Your weaknesses you wore like a tattered suit jacket. Why did you choose to be so gaudy and inappropriate? Wrong place, wrong time.

No longer will you place your cancerous thoughts in my mind.