Self Inflicted Torture

A poem about walking away, and letting go

You looked at me with eyes that screamed,

about how to best impalement torture. 

Though you would often admit too,

that those very things you had used, upon me

where the very tactics that she screwed with your bruised and broken heart

We were not meant to fade away 

into the abysmal disarray

but this was the way in which you were determined to torture yourself.

You took the entropy of my decay

and used it in your game

of keeping my energy at bay

while she played your broken heart strings.

She plucked on them like a fiddle 

and aliened her self with the demon's dribble, 

all the while admitting to you she could care less.

But when your absence was felt

She demanded your caress.

Helplessly, you abandoned reason, for something unseemly

and left me, though you always looked back.

And now that this tragedy is done,

hopelessness bleeds out on the floor

I wanted more for you

and you wanted less.

Now I leave you in your slumber

unable to awaken to a better number, of lives you could have lived without her.

I want no more from you 

my distress is clear and true;

but I rather live life all alone

then ever end up again calling you home.