The Breakup

She's quite an intellect A beauty skinned in fair reasoning Clothed in fumes of rationalism Her eyes were made up with eyeliners of 'what's your next plan'... Her face was polished by the sixth sense At least, so she thought She spoke eloquently to me Stole the show in my heart And drove away my sense of risk... Decades slipped through my fingers like snow flakes Opportunities drained off through the years While stagnation clutched to my skin Just because I am dating this lady She calls herself 'being rational' Many know her as 'what if this option fails?' But I'ma call her with her real name Scared of the future (SOTF)... I had a 'lone time' last week And all I accomplished with her was 'lost time' So I thought to myself What if I had less than a decade to live And before I say goodbye I decided to walk through my hall of fame I'm certain all I'll see is a dark brown wall staring back at me And the next generation would refer to me as 'the guy that dated SOTF'... So today I've decided to break off our relationship Yea, I'ma dump you, darling It's not me, it's you... I've always been amazing until I met you so... It's best if we let each other go... I'm not sorry... I hope we don't cross paths again... I'm too good for you... You don't deserve me... You've been the worst thing that's ever happened to me... This is me breaking up with you... Ooh! You wanna cry? Mmmmm... Meh!??