I raise my glass.

If you ask me to stay, 
stop lying to me.
If you tell me to go, 
leave me alone.
 
Please, don't use the tightly woven inner workings of my mind to torment me and play me, like the fiddle you can't play. 
It's not beautiful! But a painful sound. 
A story of utter heartbreak and loss. 
You,
wrapped around my eyes with a cloth soaked in poison. 
Flled my glass with empty promises and my plate with disregrard.

And now I sit alone at the table wishing I had seen, all along.- I had the strength to starve.