This Dance Is Done

I asked you not to

Yet here we are

Again and again we end up back again

And again in the same position

Why do you have such a lack of originality for these things; no sense of

Sanity to show

When doing the exact same thing and expecting a different result

Is what’s happening here.

We need to change the tune

Because honestly darling, this dance is getting old

And I am bored -

My feet hurt –

And I just want to go home;

Home feels so far away

As far as you are from me,

Even though we sway together.

Do your feet hurt too?

I’m tired.

This dance, this pretence, this –

Its all too much now. At first,

I could do it, at second

I could handle it,

Even at third I could weather it

But now there is nothing more left in me

For any of this.

I’m going to walk away.

And not because I have no energy left to run –

No. I do not run from anything, anyone –

I’m leaving because its healthier to do so.

I’m leaving before I become a ghost in my shell

A ghost in this house

That you told me I could call a home.

I think you need to work on calling it a home yourself before the next time you let someone else in.