All the signs finally make sense

Like the stop off the merry go round

I again,

I damn near missed

Like he’s battling himself

But this time he actually hit

He’s hitting himself below the belt

So in this equation I don’t even fit

He’s bringing me into his drama

Not staying present

I don’t need that karma

Constantly pouring into his soil

Waiting for him to flower

But it’s like he’s growing from his ego

Instead of where his heart stem

So if he’s feeling

Down and out

It’s probably time I move around

Because I refuse to stand around

& Watch him tear himself down.

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