I don’t blame you for being tired.
You’ll never admit it but i can tell.
It drips from your words like an ominous drizzle.
It leaks from your eyes like the tears I’m not supposed to know about.
My brand of crazy burns the throat and coerces the tears.
It has claimed victims most determined.
It makes lightweights of champions
And it cripples with brutal callousness.
I don’t blame you for stepping back
When you were lacerated by my shrapnel.
I couldn’t bear to see the pain
That my monstrous volatility did cause you.
I don’t blame you for turning away.
For life has thrown you enough curve-balls,
And your feet singe from the fires you had to walk through,
And your heart too has ached on lonesome nights.
So I won’t blame you for leaving me.
You deserve to feel the healing breeze,
The perfect respite, the sudden ease,
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