Sorrow floods my heart,
Depositing a guilty silt of discord.
I’ve done it to myself again.
Letting you bait my hook.
You wiggle about on our pole of intimacy
And all parts in between.
Either hiding or pretending.
No one has the power to hurt me more deeply,
Than I do myself.
Why am I casting out this line of hope?
Knowing in my heart its not to be.
Reeling within, a flickering awareness ignites.
In order to stop the hurting,
I have to get out of love with you.
I SNAP THE POLE!