Final Good-Bye

What happened to that place
That felt like home?
What did you do with
That soft spot in your heart
And arms?

I'll leave it to you
To complicate the simple
To embrace the dramatic tragedy
To beg for yet another wound on your scar-covered heart.
Really, your emotional masochism is becoming tiresome.

Is normalcy something you despise?

But enough is enough.
Maybe this is a final good-bye to the things we new.
A final good-bye I'll have to say a hundred more times.