Memories of a Siren

I loved her

I love her still

And part of me will probably always love her

But I am tired of the mind games

The pleading for forgiveness over the phone

Walking on eggshells

Of feeling exasperated and resigned to this life

Biting my tongue, and bowing in submission

Steeling myself for the lashes of her words

The numbness and emptiness

I loved her

I love her still

But in the end, I love myself more