It will no longer be a cycle, you going back to him and me coming back to you. The chances I gave you were plenty, you’ve drained the last one. You’ve done everything I told you, you were. You’ve dug your grave and I’m not going with you. I’m not your stepping stone, your therapist, or the bounce back for your self-esteem. I wont go back into a tug of war for you, it's worthless now. Since in return I get only blisters and not some healing hands. There is someone waiting for me, waiting to receive what you couldn’t see. and if you come crawling back; I will not let you splinter me again.