Detrimental Poem by Elizabeth Shield

Is this pointless
This charade
Think of all the time we'll save
If I just cut this short right now
And cut you off
And out
A severed limb,
And maybe you'll re-grow again

Detrimental
This sodden game
we've both been very brave, but
I think I fold
My feet got cold
You seem confused
I just don't want you to be used

You seem saddened
I proclaim
You are free from all the blame
I was the one at fault for this
You should go now
Please leave
Or I'll just go
You can start again you know

This is my fault
But I digress
I am so full of restlessness
Please understand
Its for the best
I think I messed
It up real bad
So please don't go on being sad