HEART MATTERS

I know I should be sad right now, I know the situation calls for tears. I refuse to cry for you though, I won't shed a tear. Partings are good for me, meanness is not. We tolerated each other too long now, it was time to blow the whistle. I whistle. Have to wish each other well now, now I couldn't care less. You can't make me have any more feeling toward you, what I felt is dead. As usual, the party's in my head, see you when you can break my thoughts free. PS. This isn't about you :-)