Suite Surrender

This endless

tug of war.

Tell me,

If I let go,

what will you do 

with your end?

Lasso the victory

and show it off?

Trip

on your lies

and fall?

I keep 

holding on

hoping 

for a

human

being

at the other end.

But there is

just

irrationality

yanking

without

remorse.

If I let go,

you win

the coveted

castle

And I learn

to live 

without

walls

of 

my own

I might 

one day 

know the

scents of

home again.

But then again, I might not. 

Still,

to let go

is to be free

of you.

And,
I do,

love

the sound 

of that.

Here.

I’m 

letting

go

of 

my

end

What you do with yours, 

is out of my hands.