Take, take me away from here.

This is the cause of too much heart ache,

Too much heart break.

I’ll just play it by ear

or test the waters

as I just take my fill.

Emptiness surrounds me,

so what is left to give?

You are my portion control.

I know my limit now.

And out the back door I’ll go…

Quietly, slipping away

So you can’t find me.

You can’t bribe me.

I’ve been tried for too long

Been lied to in doing wrong.

I just want small doses,

or nothing at all.

I won’t ask for much.

No feeding frenzies,

since there is nothing to give.

This is not an all-you-can-take,

All-you-can-handle.

My portion control,

That’s what you are.

goodbye...

by elisajoy

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