Whatever made me think I could be strong enough
to handle the overwhelming tidal wave of your emotions
must have been as ephemeral as any other high.
Gone now, in the wake of too much usage,
I find myself broken-backed under the strain of you.
Do you love her? No?
Then let her go.
Do you want her? No?
Then let her go.
I listen to you fight through the walls.
I listen to you in the car on the way home.
I listen to you scream and cry
and make up and make love
and I am tired of putting the pieces back together
so you can destroy them all over again.
I am not superhuman.
I do not possess the ingenuity
or even the desire
to step onto this carousel even one more time.
Dizzied and done,
I bid you goodbye.
