The State I'm Living In

the audacity of calling me
 to ask how I am
 the capacity you have for telling me
 that if I put my mind to it then I can
 when it was a simple, post-marked letter
 you dropped one morning in the mail
 as easy as finding a stamp
 and sending us a fond farewell
 the ferocity of the big bad wolf
 disguised as a little lamb
 the monstrosity of how easily you said to me
 you certainly hoped i'd understand
 and it was a simple, foolish attempt
 at getting me to see the light
 as easy as kissing my cheek
 then telling me goodnight
 the generosity of you telling me
 I wasn't just an also-ran
 is tempered by the animosity that I feel
 when I realize I was just your back-up plan
 these are the cities
 these are the cities
 and this is the state
 I'm living in
 the curiosity of you telling me
 I'd always be your best friend
 and the tenacity required of me
 to grit my teeth and let go of your hand
 these are the cities
 these are the cities
 and this is the state
 I'm living in