If you and I can’t be friends anymore,
I’ll deal with it: just go on being you,
And I’ll be me. What else is there to do?
(And why did I not realize this before?)
If there’s no way of knowing what’s in store,
Then I’ll do this, and you do that. Beshrew
Mendacious knaves who say we misconstrue
When we all-too-well understand the score.
I wanted you to love me, friend of mine,
But if you won’t or can’t – I’ll get along,
And so will you. We both will be as fine
As fine can be. This moment, right or wrong,
Is what there is. I will not ask or pine
For something else: I’ll let myself be strong.