What am I to you?
You go against everything you say to me.
You say I’m perfect,  
You say you love me,
You go back and I do all wrong.
By all means, that’s fine.
But your tact, you lack.
You voice you want me to stay,
Don’t want me to disappear
But your actions and tone,
The body says go.
You push me away,
Yet beg me to stay.
I’m tied in knots trying to keep up
This constant turmoil makes me sick.
Over and under, around then back,
The obstacle course is ridiculous,
Near impossible to navigate.
I need a map, an autopilot to get me home
But that used to be you,
You used to be there, catch me if I fall.
Kept me from tears, being that safe haven I needed.
And yet here we are, pure turmoil.
We should have never argued.
It would have been simple.
All good things come to an end,
Some clean, some a wreck.
Stumbling into the wreck
You claim you love me and will ne’er leave.
Contrary you push me to go.
So decide your stand.
You don’t get both, choose
It’s me…
Or I’m gone.