I just push and push and push until...

****. You're gone.

Why am I single?
What a great question.
Read the above statement.

I push and push and POKE until...

****. You pop.

Why can't someone love me?
Someone did once!
Once someone loved me.

But I pushed and poked and SCREAMED until...

****. You went away.

You went away?
You were so afraid of the emotional damage I could cause.
To you.
To me.
But baby, I'm already damaged.

That's why I push and poke and SCREAM until...

****. Now we are both emotionally incurable.

How did I get this way?
I don't know anymore.
I could blame anyone.
Blame you.
Blame the last.
But the common denominator in it all is...me.

Now I just push AND PUSH AND I'M SO ******* PUSHY!
MAKE ME STOP!
HELP ME HEAL!
HELP!
PLEASE!
SOMEONE!
ANYONE!

****. We're both broken.

Broken in half.
Broken in two.
So broken that we can't be fixed with super glue.

I needed help but instead..

****. You disappeared.