don't call me I'll call you...

Maybe, but it's more or less that love takes us,
Loved ones will run us ragged,
have us going in circles.
For years my family had me
going up and down,
all around.
I hardly had a peaceful moment.
Especially in my brain,
the number one main.
Finally it ended after I had been tortured,
I ended it myself physically,
took a little longer mentally.

If you know that I'm talking about you,

say "it's going to end."

Then I got married to my wife,
love started beating my but again,
I just can't seem to win.
That's what I thought,
once you get burned out,
somethings going to give,
that is if you want to live.

After a lot of soul searching,
I realized that it wasn't all them,
it was about fifty percent me.
Love caused me to be too involved,
hardly anything got solved.
Oh, others helped burn my bridges,
but I was carrying the biggest torch.

Some of my reactions were too mean,
they should have been more keen.
Sometime we can love too much,
causing us to kind of lose touch.
That is lose touch with our own sanity,
we have a responsibilty to our own vanity.

Love is great,
but not served on a cold plate.
I still love most of the same people,
but my doors are closed.
I live in the same place,
but I'm not at home.
Don't call me,
I'll call you.
If I don't,
maybe I won't.

I live in the house with my wife,
but I'm gone.
She has my body,
but my mind left home.
Left home for a more peaceful existence,
I can be sitting right in her face,
but my peace of mind is in another place.

If you know I'm talking about you,

"say it's going to end!"

OnepoetGem