She began phasing him out of her poetry
Impossible to do, he's her every thought.
He invaded all too many.

It's a highway, one way, long stretch and
she needed desperately to get off it.

She'd already crashed and burn one too many times. She's no June Carter so he's not going to be walking no line.

Now to pull her greatest act of them all. The act of the woman who has no feelings, like she wasn't the one in love, the one to fall.

It felt like she was asking her heart to stop beating
It was just better for everyone that way, no sense of meaning.

To speak one's feelings and have them
not reciprocated is crushing, better to hide them and pretend they never existed.