Back and forth up and forlorn

Back and Forth Up and Forlorn

I'm unsure you read my verse
but my attitude is now far worse
than anything even you'd say.
Your games I will no longer play.

My theories no longer matter
and my feelings are a`tatter
so please grant me respect
and allow me now to defect.

Though a love for you remains
instinct for survival ordains
that I must quietly withdraw.
It may be somehow my flaw
but I cannot be further torn
back and forth up and forlorn.

You may still of me so ask
any help with whatever task...

you a sister will always be.
But no longer are you free
to warp, cajole, and tease.

An anger will be what you seize
next time you fuck with my mind.
I know also how not to be kind.
Your hiding, distrust, and fear
make it impossible to hold you dear.

It tears me more than you know
and I'm not allowed to let it show.
But I know you know, so damn
now you're taking it on the lam
and I'm some unwelcome threat.

I herewith disavow any debt.
And now, less angry than hurt
off my back you may have my shirt
but not me. Ciao.

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