A good personality

You are so breezy cool with a whiff of attitude

You long for me no more and would serve no platitudes. 

You must think I think you're a failure

But I think you're a  Rock star, 

Treading your own path, forging the way ahead;

I think you deserve a Nobel or a fucking Oscar even! 

I miss you and your legs, and your chest

Always pumped out, out of the sheer self confidence you exude. 

I miss the fact that your heart is so kind, and that

You always paid on every date we ever went on. 

I have only one problem with you: you're a bit of a pushover. 

I could always manipulate you any way I liked. 

Get a hold of yourself. Nobody, and I mean fucking nobody, will be happier

To see that Oscar in your hand. 

I mean with that temper and with that cruel tongue you could act your way into an Oscar. 

But, you know what, I understand now that you were only hurting. 

I'm sorry I judged you and didn't offer full support. 

If you enter my life now on a fresh as toast morning

I promise you I will open my heart to you

With the promise to never break yours ever again.