The grief

The grief..,? I’ve experienced some grief. Mostly grief that was for me but I’m not dead, A lot of girls, Grieve me, But I’m not dead, They just think I’m dead, Because they don’t want to think of me anymore. They think I’m passed, But they just passed on me, They think I’m gone, But because I’m just not there, Mostly they are not there or here maybe, It’s a question of perspective.. They are kind though, They appreciate I love them, They love that, They love me, Just, Not enough to, Be here. What happened? Oh yeh we broke up, More times than we were together, But thats alright, Just, damn, I’m good, just not good for them, Good for me as I get to move on without them, Just trying to find, What am I moving towards? I had to learn to love myself, They said, They say a lot I don’t understand, But I say I understand, Because that’s easier, Right?