Grabbing the Wheel

I realized too late
to save us
that the one thing
you needed
was for me to tell you
to shut the fuck up.

Not the disrespectful kind
that does not care about you
but the kind that says
that part
about yourself
that is just like your mother
needs to shut the fuck up.  

Stop bitching;
you hated it
when your mother did it,
and you never fully
respected your father
because he did not tell her
to shut the fuck up.

I was trying
to let you work
through it.  

I thought
that you would have
taken control
of it
before you ran me off.  

I let you run me over,
thinking you were going
to finally see
that you hated
what you had become,
but instead you ran
with your addiction,
and fell on it
like a pair
of scissors.  

The open wound
was every time
you slammed me
and pushed me further away.  

You wanted me
to be your world.

Well, the world is tough
and won't let you go on
and on and on
in your misbehavior
without that big
final lesson.  

I guess
your mother
was right
after all.  

You do get ripped off
in the end;
you lost
the only man
who ever really loved you.

And I became
the man
you always wanted
me to be,
in the arms
of another woman.

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