i walk out of your life
if i walk out this door
either you stop me now
or i'm not longer yours
i'm tired of arguing
i don't like to fight
and neither do you
yet we do every night
so it just seems easier
to get out than stay in
no doubt it'll be sad
you were once a good friend
but this isn't fair on me
and it isn't fair on you
i'm getting up to leave
so now it's your move
That is a really good poem!