On Parting Way

What if I don't like you?
or can't adjust
What if I've different view
won't be your love;
You'll kill me with words
You'll say I'm perverse
To save your self image
or ego, or worse
Judges around
Judges abound
Sentence pronounced
ready to hand down.
My world I've built
with blood and sweat
Yours might differ
that's still not the best
Give me some room
to live my way
and when you must go
Let memories stay:
We are but rivers
that kiss and diverge
Each stream on a journey
they need not converge
Do they fight? Do they blame?
Changing course never their aim.