Irreconcilable Differences: Poetry

We stand at the crossroads
and we've so many arms to bear
These words have wound themselves
into chains we always wear

And now there's nothing left
but armor covering us
There's no you and me here,
there's no talk of trust

I can't keep standing here
in suspended animation
trying to pretend that you
see me when you don't

I can't keep pleading here
in the midst of your frustration
that you open your heart
to me, but you won't

So I'm done folding myself
into a paradoxical plight
Just so you can cling to
delusions that you're right:

I'm gone.

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