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You told me that your're tired of all

We have and are and do.

I watched you stiff-necked drive away.

I don't know what to do.

Your moves were masterful and planned

Like a chess match with a pro.

Your thoughts were settled on yourself,

And I just told you so!

You said you need some breathing room,

That I am smothering you.

What you really meant was that your love

Has room for only you.

Your ego is gargantuan.

It stretches out of view.

You could never love a woman quite

As much as you love you.

You said you're leaving me for good

As you turned your back to me.

I couldn't help it.  Just blurted out,

"Well duh!!  And your point would be???"