At The End Of My Edge Poem by Malory Joyce

Go home and think of yourself
just know that there’s going to be one less of help
because darling I'm at the end of my own edge;
at the end of my own; -

Give me respite; give me your extra time,
you can still have your time; it's immutable,
always drinking a bottle of selfishness,
drown among yourself baby; your impossible.

Must I run after my time forever?
I can not stay here to keep you sober.

Let pity be your friend tonight
it remains loyal to you, it remains,
and mark my words when I say
that someday, just someday,
in debt you will pay.

Look upon me, look into my eyes,
notice the built up of tears hidden behind
I let not of them to fall for you no longer
I will remain indifferent.

Go home now, my stop remains here
here on ground where I'm not higher than high
to be lost within myself in which you are,
but I can't have you drive me off the end of my edge.

Let pity be your friend tonight
it remains loyal to you, it remains,
and mark my words when I say
that someday, just someday,
in debt you will pay.