Drama

So you want me to write a poem about you?
Well write a poem, I will
But before I continue to write
I've got to take my third daily pill

Yes that’s right, did you even remember
That they say I’m very ill?
I've tried to make you understand so many times
But I doubt you ever will

That recent night when you failed to realise
You were pushing me to the edge
And I was calling out to you for some help
Whilst slipping off earth’s ledge

That night, I came so very close
To taking my own life
But then I stopped and realised
No love is worth this strife

Always thinking about you’re reactions
You’re so wrapped up in you
Well I don’t know how we got like this
And I’m not sure what we should do

Do you remember once upon a time
When thing’s seemed so right?
Those days we laughed together
Those nights we held on so tight

Well it seems you've got me choking
With your old insecurities
And I've got myself all to blame
For my own impurities

Where did those precious days go?
Seems all we do now is fight
And even though I’m struggling for air
You still hold on so tight

Blame’s thrown around time after time
But there’s no right and wrong
Here we stand, separate, falling apart
And yet we still try and stand strong

Those little remarks, the ones you make the best
They don’t hurt me like before
It seems we’re going distant, day by day and
I’m not sure I know you anymore

Every now and then, I see the old spark
Of those days long gone
Those days when all I knew was ‘us forever’
I thought you were *the one*

All the time you’re pretending you understand
Whilst asking me to explain
This relationship is spiraling out of control
So full of drama and pain

You can say that I never cared for you
But you won’t get my sympathy
Because you know I’ve *always* cared for you
I thought you were my destiny

So comment at the little things I do
In that torn up, twisted way
What is the use in replying to bitter words?
You already know what I’ll say

And you won’t bully me into replying
Because I know you all too well
Emotional blackmail is your game
Your manipulative, I can tell

Go complain about me to whomever you like
You know it won’t change a thing
If I could, I’d bring you more love and comfort
But there’s none left to bring

We’re so tainted now, slipping and sliding
In this love’s sad guilty tears
This must be some kind of wicked nightmare
Bringing to life, our worst fears

Each fight is more tumultuous than the last
Each presumption left for me to explain
I’m ill and I have my own problems
This relationship’s only part of my pain

At night time I’m still thinking of you
And how I miss your touch
But morning always dawns a new light
Tell me should love hurt this much?

So tell me you still love me whilst
Making everything that little bit harder
Is there even anything left fighting for
When all you seem to bring is drama?