Served Perfectly

Locked up in a room 
with you
For what feels like days 
And months
on end
Is no longer beneficial for my mental health

The incessant talking
Questioning
What I do
What I really do
Is going to end up 
Served perfectly
In a cocktail of xanax,
orange juice,
and tequila

Finally
I have mental clarity
And now… 
Now you’re gone
But I didn’t know…

I couldn’t have hurt you
I love you
But 
I am who I am
And you asked one too many questions
And went through one too many emails