I don’t know why
It took so long to see
To understand
The truth.

Why I put myself through that
Again and again.
Asked for it,
Begged for it.

Suddenly, I was sick of it.
I couldn’t bear another minute
Games games games
Didn’t you get tired of it?

The last game you played,
the last words you said,
Slammed my door shut
With hurricane force winds.

The love that hung on the walls of my heart
Broke free of its hooks
Setting my heart free.
No more, it sang, no more.

By Deborah E. Dayen