Psalm

I don't like you,

But I do.

You chase me

And I run after you.

You pick me up,

 Make me fall in love,

Then drop me like a winter coat

You've grown out of.

You play with my mind,

My future, my heart,

Then you throw me against the rocks

And pull me apart.

You whisper of worlds of wonder.

You make me make believe,

You make me think I'm beautiful

Then you get up and leave.

You carry my burdens,

You let me rest.

You see my soul inside me.

You tell me I'm blessed.

You breath into my lungs.

You reach out your hand.

You show me the route map

And the lay of the land.

You find me in the void.

You melt a rainbow over me,

You cover me in colour

For my enemies to see.

You cause me to falter,

You cause me to weep.

You cause me to question

The company I keep.

You want to teach me more,

But I've lost the will to learn.

You want to make me richer,

But I have no power to earn.

One day with you is a hundred,

A hundred is a day.

My hands are tired and aching,

And I think you like it that that way.

You've brought me here so weary, 

Too many times before;

This ever-changing new place,

On this side of the door.

I can't keep stepping through

When I don't feel there's a way,

When my breath is falling out of me,

Like the light out of the day.

I am truly done.

I've missed the mark, you win.

So here I end as always;

I end and you begin.