Clean

The problem is with no one else since have I so much as scratched the surface

and the worst part is the laundry list of all the things I did do to deserve this

love didn't just dissipate, more so obliterate

I am sorry for two things, dragging this out; beating the dead horse

and all of the apologizes I felt so necessary to reiterate

I suppose just know it was once there; so real, and terribly great

we couldn't fix it in time before it appeared it got too late

I will leave now, finally your desired clean break

I'll move away, finally now, my unwanted clean slate