Cutting a Tie (in the Key of 'all')

When I first dated you, I barely knew your name;
Even now, it’s hard to recall.
I’m not going to blame you for everything,
But nothing can stop a swinging maul.

I didn’t understand so many things the first dates -
Because, you know, books can’t tell it all.
You taught me more than you’ll ever know,
Which is why I never returned your call.

I was too nice or I was too lonely;
Either way, I guess I had some gall
To unblock you and flirt with you again a year later,
When I had no interest in seeing you again at all.

I put a stop to that after we met for another date.
I’ve built up a great big wall.
However, that just means I can’t face you
Which doesn’t make feel very tall.

I’ve blocked you on my messenger,
And I haven’t responded to your scrawl.
Yet, I feel too guilty to just delete you -
I feel like I’ve eaten a cannonball.

I wish I knew how to end it,
(Funny, as there was no ‘start’ I recall)
But I don’t, and I don’t know how to tell you
That my feelings for you are quite small.

Perhaps I’m a coward; I feel like one.
Maybe I should get down and crawl -
Beg your forgiveness for stringing you on
Before you come back after autumn’s fall.

Of course, you were no Prince Charming -
As sensitive and as deep as a teen at the mall.
Of the mistakes made, you made plenty
And you never noticed them at all.

I was flattered you were so eager -
I enjoyed having a chance to enthrall.
But I needed to be more than just a body -
I don’t want to be just someone’s doll.

Is that too much to expect from a date?
I’ll admit: I’m new to the protocol.
I’m sure most folks would agree, though,
A man who doesn’t wash is sure to appall.

I could go on listing your faults
(and I’m sure your list of mine would be wall-to-wall)
But it’s not my intention to disparage you -
Even if you did act a bit like a Neanderthal.

I’m just saying that I’m finished with this.
Your name from my lists I’m going to uninstall -
I’m so tired of feeling like I owe you;
So, with a bow, I’m letting this curtain fall.

You never really knew me anyway,
And to say I was yours, you had not the wherewithal.
In the end, you can go your way and I can go mine ...
And that’s really the best thing for both of us, overall.