Don’t.
No more of this..
I am not going to take your guilt trip,
I am not going to rise to your bait.

Don’t.
My life I live now for me,
Not for what you think I should be,
Not for the shadow of who I was.

Don’t.
No more of this yelling and screaming,
And calling of names you seem to believe in,
I’m not playing.

 Don’t.
Bring up the past.
Because all you do is cement the reasons.
Why I left in the first place.

 Don’t treat me.
Like someone who will keep coming back.
Because this is it, the last time I’m hurt.
And now I turn my back.

 And
In case you doubt it.
This is the end of the game.
It’s over. No more guilt trips, no more lies,
No more gossip and no more tries.

I am done.

©2004 J.Ffrench