For a while, I've wanted this
Out of my chest.
At the end of a long series of rib-crackings
There came a time, one moment, when I knew my choice clearly.
And, as these things require consent, I knew then what would happen.
You were going to do it, break my heart.
And, I wasn't going to stop you. How could I?
It wouldn't have been polite.
Besides, then neither of us would have gotten what we had come for.
What a waste.