bringing it back to center

i could blame him for being thoughtless, for over-sharing, for all the months he led me one way only to leave me there alone. i could yell or cry or just sit silent and let him stew in his own turmoil. i could call him a coward, weak, or manipulative.

or i could just walk away from all of it. . .without even so much as "good-bye." because sometimes you can say something so many times you grow tired of hearing it and you begin to think you are losing your mind. but you're not crazy. . .except for the fact that you keep letting it happen. except for the fact that you keep letting him in. except for the fact that you've grown so fucking tired of the role you're playing.

how many times do i want to watch this scene unfold?

i want to be done. i want to be done and mean it.


I could walk away, I could let this fly
go back home and start again -- Fruitless
I have faith in how things seem to start again,
that tale of your one big chance is a lie, told by consumed men.
And I push, and I push to not give in

I don't recall a place that I would call the end
But things are different now I know and that was then.
I could walk away, I've been pushing for so long,
All dried up and sap sucked thin -- Fruitless
And I push, and I push to not give in
-Fruitless, Poi Dog Pondering