Emily

You tear at my parts, am a fool you say, have you no heart, he says fly to my web, holds my face, it's all in your head, the first one to start, he don't have to stay, instead of carrying on, my esteem's in shreds, he's poised but waits, tries to distance himself, when you go spinning off, I'm firm but straight, who needs hit the bottle, the psychiatrist said, this emotion’s blackmail, face him down instead, he'll hesitate.